This is part 3 of the Lust & Love series. I recommend reading Part 1 & 2 first.
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I woke up Sunday morning feeling totally refreshed. It had been a long night, and I knew it was still early. I hadn't quite adjusted to the time change yet. I guessed, that it was around 6am, based on the amount of light streaming in.
Annie's bed was a queen, but we only seemed to use half of it. To sleep, anyway.
Her body was draped over mine. her head nestled into my chest, her breasts crushed against my torso, and her leg lay across my stomach and groin. Except for her underwear, we were both naked.
Remnants of the night before swirled in my head. We had finally broken the unspoken seal, saying "I love you" to each other for the first time. Walking back to her apartment late at night, the conversation with Kev was fresh in my mind. I had decided to stop hiding behind the irrational excuses, and say what I felt. If Kevin was right, then I already knew what Annie's response would be.
I stopped our walk, turned to her, and simply said it. "I love you, Annie."
Her eyes crinkled as a broad smile broke across her face. "I love you too, Derick. I have for a little while now."
Those few words were more than an admission of feelings. They were an acknowledgment of a new reality for us. One in which we could more fully give ourselves over to each other. Even if we didn't know what the future held, there was a mutual comfort in knowing we both wanted to go into that unknown, together.
Annie and I made love that night. It was passionate and slow and deliberate. I didn't even know sex could be that emotional. Our conversations over the last few months had wired us for fucking. But this, was different.
We entered her apartment, sobered from our walk but high on the moment. I had picked her up and moved us to the couch. Kissing her as she wrapped her legs around my body. I held Annie firmly, feeling her skin under the dress, the swell of her breasts against my body, and the lace of her thong as I sat down. She settled on my lap, her knees on either side of me.
I reached down now, as she slept soundly against me. Feeling the same laceas the night before. I traced it as it dipped into the valley of her firm flesh.
My mind wandered again. Thinking of her riding me, our bodies fully connected, hips pressing down against each other. I remembered the feeling of her skin as I ran my hand up her legs, reaching the fold in her thighs where the sides of her thong fit perfectly. I continued up, lifting her dress as I moved up along her torso, grazing the sides of her breasts. We broke our kiss, just long enough to lift the dress up and over her head, discarding it on the floor. I caressed and kissed her breasts, as they heaved with the rhythm of our bodies.
Eventually, somehow, we moved to her bedroom. I remembered laying on the bed, kissing, softly at first, but then more urgently. She smoothly shifted her hips up and down, slowly dropping her weight until she bottomed out. My dick sliding effortlessly in and out of her sex. We said "I love you" many times. It was a fun, new addition to our repertoire of words. Less foul and dirty, but still incredibly arousing.
Now, Annie's slow, steady breathing changed as she stretched, wrapping herself further onto me until her whole body lay on top of mine. Her weight was familiar and comforting, like the night before. We kissed. Morning breath be damned.
When we broke the kiss, she lifted her head up and said "I love you."
"I love you more." I said back.
If that wasn't the best way to start our second day together, I don't know what was.
I let Annie stay in bed while I got up to make us coffee. Her roommate Samantha would be back next week. I wondered how that would change the dynamic of our experience together. I found our clothes from the night before -- her dress, my shorts and boxers, her sandals, my shirt and shoes -- strewn across the living room. That probably wouldn't fly, I thought.
I brought a fresh cup of coffee to Annie as she sat up in bed. The sheets fell away from her still naked body, and I immediately moved to kiss her unobstructed breasts. I couldn't get enough of her. She laughed, and pushed me away playfully.
"Want to go for a run?" She asked.
I'm not a runner. In fact, I hate running. I prefer lifting weights and riding a bike. But for Annie, I'd run to the ends of the Earth and back. "Sure." I said. In that moment, I think if she had asked me to rob a bank, I would have agreed. The things we do for love.
Annie got out of bed and changed her underwear. Replacing it with another thong. I decided to sit and enjoy the show. She put on a black sports bra, then pulled a black pair of yoga pants on, wrestling her incredible ass into place. God bless LuLu Lemon. Annie arched her back and looked over her shoulder at me. She loved to tease me with the curves of her butt, the swell of her breasts, and that deviant look. She popped on pale yellow sneakers, wrapped her hair into a pony tail, and threw on an old t-shirt, pulling it down over her butt. "That view is just for you" she said.
My show was far less thrilling, but she sat and watched as I threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt. I felt ridiculous as she playfully whooped and hollered, ogling me like a piece of meat. I wondered out loud if she ever felt that way?
"Its different when it's someone you love," she said. That made us both smile. "It's different," she continued, "when it comes from someone you feel safe and comfortable with."
We walked out the door holding hands.
The morning was still cool and crisp as we moved through the streets of her neighborhood. Occasionally, I'd fall behind, partly because I wasn't a runner, and partly to enjoy the view ahead of me. Annie knew my motivation. She'd not-so-subtly pull her shirt over the shelf of her butt whenever I fell behind and accentuated her stride to make her ass bounce even more. Eventually, she'd let me catch back up, and I'd give her butt a little pat and squeeze as I reached her.
When we finally made it back around to her block, we were both pretty sweaty and hot. "Want to grab a drink down here?" she asked, pointing towards a cute little cafe on the corner.
It was busy with people, some who looked fresh from a run like us, and others who had setup to enjoy a lazier Sunday morning.
"Sure!" I said, "But, I didn't bring my wallet."
"I've got it," she said. Annie lifted her shirt slightly, exposing her shiny, taught, tummy, reached into the waistline of her pants, and extracted a credit card from some secret pocket in the lining.
"This kid's wicked prepared!" I joked in my best Boston accent, which got a laugh from her.
