Page 107 of Tiny Fractures
He chuckles, then leans down to give me a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry, baby, but you got me all worked up and I really need to go take care of this before I can even think about getting some sleep,” he mutters against my lips, then straightens himself up.
I blush in the dark when my eyes flit to his jeans, noting his hardness still straining against the fabric. I realize he obviously didn’t get his needs met while I’m lying here, relaxed and satisfied, my body feeling like butter after the amazing high.
“Oh, okay. Is there… Is there anything I can do?” I ask, slightly nervous despite what I just let him do to me.
Again, he chuckles in a low voice. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be quick; trust me. This won’t take long.”
He glides his thumb down my cheek, and I watch him walk into the bathroom before he gives me a wink and closes the door behind him.
I listen to the shower running, feeling like I’m spying on him. I try not to listen too hard for any sounds he might be making, but at the same time straining my ears because part of me wishes I could be in there with him. I’m seriously conflicted. I want him—all of him—so badly, but I’m so scared at the same time. How do I know if I’m ready?
“Ugh!” I turn onto my stomach and bury my face in Ronan’s pillow, breathing in his familiar scent—a mix of sun and salty ocean air, detergent and something that is so uniquely him—and I relax again. The hour of the night and the deep relaxation in my bones has caught up with me.
Friday, August 13th
Cat
The next thing I know, my eyes flutter open. Rays of sunlight streak in through the cracks of the window shades, painting lined patterns on the hardwood floor. I hear movement down below, but it’s quiet in the room with the exception of Ronan’s calm breathing next to me.
His left arm is draped over my waist and his face is nuzzled against my hair. I scoot back a tiny bit, careful not to wake him while I press my back against his front, conforming my body to his. I could lie like this forever, feeling his bare chest against my back, the weight of his arm making me feel safe, his quiet and calm breathing relaxing.
I didn’t feel him crawl back into bed with me after his shower last night. It’s like I fell into a deep, restful sleep—the best sleep I can remember getting in a very, very long time. My body tingles as my memories return to last night, his hands and mouth caressing my skin until I had my first orgasm. I understand what the big deal is now, and a grin spreads across my face as I attempt to move even closer to Ronan’s warm body, wanting and needing to feel as much of him as I can without waking him. My movement causes him to shift in his sleep and his arm moves to tighten his hold on me. If I could, I would melt into him completely.
The door to Ronan’s room opens slowly, and Vada peeks at me through the crack in the doorway. She smiles when she sees I’m awake and opens the door a little wider, allowing Onyx to rush past her legs and into the room. The dog promptly jumps on the foot of Ronan’s bed and curls up to lay with us.
“Sorry,” Vada mouths, and I hold back a snort when she makes hilarious hand motions, obviously trying to ask me if I want to come downstairs with her. I nod and hold up my hand to indicate that I’ll be down in five minutes. Vada nods and quietly closes the door behind her.
I stay cuddled up against Ronan a few moments longer before I carefully wiggle my way out from under his arm, slowly getting out of bed without waking him. I stand for a second, watching him sleep, memorizing his perfect face, his tousled hair, his lean, muscular back. For the first time this morning, I notice a large, dark bruise on his shoulder blade that I hadn’t seen yesterday. I crease my eyebrows, making a mental note to ask him what happened. It seems like an odd spot for a bruise.
I collect my jeans off the floor and slip them on before taking off my tank top and replacing it with my bra and t-shirt, then tiptoe into the small Jack-and-Jill bathroom Ronan and Steve share. I comb my fingers through my hair and pull it into a ponytail, then quickly brush my teeth.
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I decide to leave through Steve’s bedroom rather than risk waking Ronan. I make my way downstairs, where I find Vada hanging out in the living room.
“Good morning,” she sing-songs at me, grinning. “You had a great night, I take it?”
I can tell her question is completely rhetorical, but I answer it nonetheless. “The best night,” I admit, and fall back onto the couch beside her, sighing deeply.
“I figured. Stevie and I could tell by the sounds you were making,” she giggles.
Of course, I turn red immediately. I hadn’t realized I was noisy and I make an embarrassed face. “Oh my god, Vada. I’m sorry.”
She laughs at me and scoots to hug me. “Don’t apologize! Go have fun with Ran! You both deserve to feel good. I’m still so excited that you two got together.”
“Me, too,” I admit, and hesitate for a second. “I had my first orgasm last night.”
Vada leans back, her eyes wide, mouth open. “Are you serious?” I nod, my face burning. “And?” She draws out the word. “How was it?”
“Let’s just say I know now what the big deal is,” I giggle, and Vada joins in.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty great feeling, huh? Kind of addictive, actually,” Vada says.
“I always heard people saying it feels like fireworks, but it was more like these waves of, just, incredible pleasure pulsing through me. I didn’t want it to stop. And we didn’t even have sex.”
“Just wait until you experience the full thing,” she says. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t waited this long to feel him like that. It’s just a whole different level of intimacy; you’re both completely vulnerable to each other.”
“Really?” I wonder out loud. After last night I feel even more connected to Ronan. The physical intimacy of his touch required so much of my trust, and I was able to open up to him without any hesitation on my part.