me out.”
He kissed her scalp. “Maybe we’ll fall asleep again after all.”
“Okay. You’ll stay here with me? In bed?”
“You couldn’t drag me away.”
“Good.”
They repositioned themselves to get a pillow under his head, pull the sheets over both of them, and get her head on his chest. He breathed in the scent of her red hair, which smelled like lavender. He gently played with it while she stroked his chest with one hand. Lying quietly, they shared something sweet without words. And neither wanted to ruin the innocence with lust. They drifted off into a restful sleep, dreaming of everlasting comfort.
* * *
Hours later, Sophia woke from the dream to find sunlight streaming onto the bed, right where Connor should have been, but wasn’t. He couldn’t have been gone long, for his side of the bed was still warm. In glancing around for him, she saw that he’d left her dried clothes on the nightstand and a note, which read:
Sophia, please help yourself to the shower. I’m not saying you stink. I was actually trying to be nice ;) I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. —Connor
Nothing disarmed a girl like a good laugh, and the horrors of yesterday had greatly receded from her thoughts and emotions thanks to Connor. She immediately missed him and stripped off her clothes to lie naked in his bed for a few moments, which turned into minutes, while she imagined him there beside her. Hopefully there hadn’t been a naked woman in his bed in a long time. Well, he deserved one in there every night, so part of her wanted him to be getting laid whenever he damn well pleased, just with her.
A problem is best solved by one who sees it , she thought, causing moisture to gather in her folds, where one exploratory finger now went, causing a shudder. Two fingers traced the outside of her pussy’s lips before she tugged at the short red triangle of hair on her pubic bone. Her other hand caressed her thighs, and then she pushed her arms inward, making her breasts push together and up, swelling with sensation, the nipples engorging and stiffening as the morning sun lay across her. She wished the sun’s warmth came from Connor.
The dew of arousal coated her fingers as she slid them, bit by bit, inside her, imagining he was exploring all she had to give him. With her nipples begging for attention, she used one slick finger to do circles around one areola, then the other. She trembled with need and felt so naughty. The idea of masturbating in his bed drove her wild and she intended to cum in Connor’s bed right now just in case she never got another chance.
She spread her thighs, one finger twirling around her throbbing clit. The other hand pinched her nipples, tugging, twirling, and pulling until pleasure coursed from her breasts to her pussy and back like some sort of arousal ricochet. Her body began to clench and unclench as she neared euphoria, her back arching off the silken sheets. Moaning his name as the familiar weight of release erupted in her loins, Sophia orgasmed in Connor’s bed, turning her face into his pillow and inhaling deeply through her nose to fill her senses with his scent. Maybe now her own scent had been added to what she hoped would soon enough be their shared bed.
She lay content and bemused by hopes she’d long since buried, Connor seeming more and more like her dream man come true. He’d awoken those hopes since their meeting, only yesterday, and in every interaction since. Eager to see him and suddenly unable to stand their separation, she dashed into his shower. Thoughts of her belongings stowed here beside his occupied her. She ignored signs of her growing crush because those never ended well, but this time felt entirely different. Still turned on, she used the slippery soap to her advantage and again climaxed by the time she turned off the water.
* * *
Connor stood at the white stove top making an omelet with cheese, mushrooms, cilantro, tomato, and cubed