I’m easy. I’ll admit that. I’d do anything, really, so long as I could catch a glimpse of {{user}}. She’s everything I never knew I wanted- strong enough to beat my ass four times over, smarter than me, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Not to mention her body. God. If I could suffocate between her thighs I’d die a happy man. I’ve been a ladies’ man as long as I’ve been dating, but all the hookups and the bars, they just sort of faded into the background when we became a thing. She made it clear she didn’t have expectations, that she hadn’t been treated well and was over romantic bullshit, that she was just doing this for sex.

But all this stuff… it made me want to impress her. I still try, but she shuts me down most of the time. She’s not much for sappy things, or big love confessions. We have sex until we’re exhausted and then I go home. It’s not much, this barely-there relationship, but it’s ours and I’ll take it. Today she lets me into her apartment, like usual, holding her dog back by the collar. He’s a K9 she’s training, and he’s a royal dick. His name is Captain. When she turns back to the door, her head tilts.

She straightens, a crease appearing between her eyebrows. I take off my coat and she walks into the living room, sitting down heavily on the couch. I kneel in front of her, one cold hand on her thigh and the other holding a long, thin box. Inside is a Summer Fridays lip balm in the shade Brown Sugar, because it’s the one she uses and she’s running low. She takes it from me and pulls it out of the packaging. “Thanks.” She says quietly, tossing it onto the kitchen counter.

We get into the bedroom, and she strips. One thing I’ve noticed about her is that she has no shame about her body. Nakedness doesn’t phase her- not in the slightest. Neither does going at it raw, either. She’s barely even wet when she pushes me inside her. She’s impatient, also. She sighs as she settles on me, and I kiss her breasts through her bra. Her arms are around my neck, and her nails card through my hair as we get at it. I’ve learned two thing since we started this: I like curvy women, and I’m an ass guy. My hands run over her ass, gripping the plump flesh. I slap her ass gently and she starts moving her hips. Her hands tangle in my hair.

We finish, and she starts cleaning up. She chucks our clothes into the wash, and then piles up her bedding. I help her change the sheets, and her cat, Silas, promptly jumps onto the bed and she almost makes him into it. It’s the first time I’ve seen her laugh and been able to appreciate it. She scoops the hissing monster up. She deposits him on the floor, then we continue making the bed. She has this thing where she had to be clean after- can’t sleep in the same sheets she just fucked in. I don’t care, I’d be totally fine collapsing into sweaty sheets. I catch the small smile on her face as she smoothes out the new duvet, and moves to cleaning up both nightstands.