“Stand up,” I say, and she hops down so she’s on her feet. I spread the robe over the sink and then put her back on it. I drop my own robe and meet her eyes.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, and I reach for her.

Our lips meet and fuse together and she tastes like sparks and nightmares and unspoken words. I devour her as my hands skim her body and she scoots closer to me on the edge of the sink.

I am going to fuck her hard, but not before she’s warmed up and begging for me. There’s an exquisite pleasure when you have a woman pleading for your cock. Like if she doesn’t get it, she’s going to die. I want Saige to beg for me.

I disengage myself from her mouth so I can lick my way down her body. No matter how many times I taste her, I need more. My knees slam into the floor as I make my way down and start getting her off with my mouth and fingers. She grinds her hips into my face, making it hard to breathe, but I don’t care. I’m drowning in her.

Saige’s hands fist my hair as I suck hard, working to get her off in record time. It doesn’t take long before she’s arching back and I can feel the pulses against my fingers and tongue. I ride it out with her and then stand up so I can put the condom on.

“Wait,” she tells me and I almost don’t even hear her. I don’t want to wait. I want to bury myself in her and make her forget about her bad dream.

“Saige, I’m not really in a position to wait,” I say, and it comes out as a growl. My hands are shaking as I hold onto the condom package, ready to tear it open.

She doesn’t say anything, but she reaches for my cock, taking it in her hands. I nearly lose it just from that one touch of her hands. She strokes up and down, slowly. So slowly. I grit my teeth as she works me, twisting her hands just a little.

“I need to be inside you,” I say. Not that I don’t enjoy a hand job as much as the next guy, but I’d take being inside her once over a hundred hand jobs.

She lets go and reaches up for my face, giving me one kiss and then leaning back. She’s normally so vocal and her quietness is unusual, but I don’t have the time to think about it. My cock is thinking for me.

I get the condom on and reach out to split her legs wider. She moans as I brush against her a few times, just to tease. I need her, but I want her to need me more.

I swipe my cock up and down her center and she makes a frustrated sound. Our eyes meet and I wait for her to say it as I drag myself up and down again.

“Please,” she says on an exhale and that’s all I need. I position myself, grab her hips and slam home. Her back hits the mirror and I hope we don’t break it. As I pull out, I bring her with me to the edge of the sink and then thrust into her again. Once I’ve got us in the right position, I start fucking her the way she asked me to. I don’t let up and she doesn’t tell me to. It’s rough and hard and she keeps begging me for more.

She reaches down between us to touch herself and I don’t last much after that. She comes again and that sets me off.

I want to come inside her. Or on her. See what her skin would look like, shiny with my cum. Yes. That is something that needs to happen before we say goodbye. I’ll burn that image on the back of my brain and then I can bring it out whenever I want.

She leans forward, resting on my shoulder. Her skin is misted with sweat and it sticks to mine.

“Thank you,” she says, reaching up to touch the side of my face.

“For fucking you? I assure you, it wasn’t a hardship,” I say, almost laughing.

“No, thank you for… never mind.” She pats my face and I pick her up and carry her back to bed.

We eat the rest of the dessert cart, even though it’s been sitting out all night. Neither of us cares. I fuck her again and then it’s really time for both of us to go back to our regular lives. Or at least our lives when we’re not together.

“This has been a really good. How did you know?” she says as she gets dressed in her clothes from yesterday. We’ve both showered and her hair is still damp and starting to curl again.

“I just thought we both needed a night off from everything. We should do it more often.” She smiles at me and I hope we’ll get to do this many times. The next phase of my plan is to ingratiate myself into her life. Get her so comfortable with me that I have access to everything, and thus, access to her father. I need his secrets. I need them so I can protect myself with them. Wear them like a bulletproof vest for the bullets I know he’s going to send my way when he finds out.

Time. It’s going to take time. More dates, more sleepovers, more time with Saige. It’s a price I’m definitely willing to pay.

Eighteen

I hang out with Saige two more times that week. Once we go to the movies and once we just hang out at her apartment again. There’s sex on both dates.

“What are you doing this weekend?” she asks as we bask in the post-coital glow. She told me she had to do homework, but I changed her mind when I flipped her over the couch, yanked her pants down and went down on her.

“Nothing, why?” If I tell her I have plans, she’ll want to know what they are and then I’ll have to make something up that sounds convincing. Keeping her in the dark about my personal life when I’m not with her is key. I need to know everything about her while revealing nothing of myself.

“Just wondering. I thought maybe you and I could go out with some of my friends, including Lo. You didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances and it would be good to do a re-meet, don’t you think?” Part of making my way into Saige’s life is impressing her friends. So I’m on board.

“Sure, when?”

“I was thinking Saturday night?” That will work if I visit Lizzy in the morning and then drive back.

“I’m free. Do you want me to pick you up here?” She nods and says she’ll text me with a time and I get up to go to the bathroom I’ve been neglecting my check-ins and I need to fix that. I just get so distracted when I’m with Saige and the time just seems to melt away.

“Hey, your phone is blowing up,” Saige says through the door and I nearly break my neck scrambling to get out of the bathroom. I have to keep my burner phone on me in addition to my regular phone and it’s not like I have anywhere to hide it when I’m naked.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Saige says, laughing as she hands me the phone. Shit. She’d taken it out of my pants and it’s my regular phone. Not the burner. Internal sigh of relief. I don’t need her knowing the burner exists, let alone taking it out of my pants.

I check out the number and it’s one of those stupid random 800 numbers that’s probably calling me to tell me I “won” a trip to Jamaica, as long as I give them all my personal information. I ignore it and lock my phone again.

“Expecting a call?” she says, sitting back on the bed and combing her fingers through her hair.

“Uh, yeah. But it’s nothing,” I say, getting my heart back under control and giving her what I hope is an easy smile.

“Is everything okay?” she asks and I kick myself for being in this situation. From now on, when I’m not fucking her, my pants are staying on.

“Absolutely.” I wink at her and then decide to divert her attention by diving forward and nuzzling her chest, right between her breasts.

She laughs and grabs my head and I throw us back on the bed and then the phone is forgotten.

“Hey, Sister!” I say as I walk into Lizzy’s room on Saturday.

“Brother!” she screams and throws herself at me. She’s dressed in a bright blue sweater with a kitten on the front and her hair’s been braided. I wonder which nurse did it. Everyone loves Lizzy. She has a way about her that draws you in. Makes you care. Would make you do anything for her.