off enough to sit up on the couch. Late-night television fills the air around me, but there isn’t a damn thing on I feel like watching. I’ve had it on for hours. At first the volume was higher because blocking out the sound of Simone coming in her bedroom was a force I barely managed to fight without joining her, but after the second time I heard her moan her release, I muted the damn thing and pulled my cock out. I knew exactly what the woman was doing, so I didn’t have a problem knowing she could walk into the damn room to find me stroking my dick. It was her damn fault after all.
She went on for hours, and if I wasn’t well aware of what she sounds like when she orgasms, I would’ve questioned if she was in there pretending or playing a porno loudly to make me think it was her.
But no, every damn time she came, I realized the sincerity in her gasps.
I came twice, the second time so hard that my eyes crossed. A third try was unsuccessful, and now my dick is raw from my aggression. I know she wouldn’t have turned me away if I walked into her room, and that’s why I feel like I deserve a fucking medal for keeping my distance. I know what I’m missing, and it seems pregnancy has only made her hornier, a seemingly impossible feat considering how long she lasted on the nights we were together.
I resisted the urge to take her a couple of bottles of water. She had to be dehydrated by the time she finally fell asleep. I stayed away. Opening that bedroom door wouldn’t end with her drinking water, and despite the self-inflicted wounds to my cock, I know it wouldn’t keep me from between her legs.
I glare at the recliner. I tried sleeping in that motherfucker, too, and it’s just too small. The couch is absolute misery, and I’ve accepted that tonight is just one more night without sleep. I seem to be having them more often lately.
Trying to convince myself that the television is distracting me from sleep, I turn the damn thing off, washing the living room in darkness.
How many times did I crawl in her bed after she left the hospital without her knowing?
Tonight could be the same.
I tap the screen of my cell phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen. I could get two hours of sleep before the sun comes up if I go in there right now.
I don’t know if it’s just desperate need to be near her or if I’m so sleep-deprived it seems like a good idea, but I stand from the couch and silently make my way down the hall. The apartments are fairly new, so the door doesn’t even make a sound when I push it open. I can make out the shape of her body on the bed due to the light coming in from the parking lot, but that isn’t what stops me in my fucking tracks.
The scent of her pussy, that perfect smell after a woman comes, permeates the air. My sore cock goes half-mast with the first breath I take and with the second it’s a steel rod in my boxers.
I’ve never woken a woman up with my head between her thighs without prior consent. Due to the nature of my job, I’ve always made sure the things I do with a woman are okay, but I know if I climb in bed with her, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
It’ll start with just inching closer and breathing her in, but that will lead to me covering my head with the sheet. Next I’ll be tempted to use the light of my cell phone to see if she’s wearing panties, and from the last moan she yelled before falling asleep, I know exactly what I’ll find.
Next I’ll want to just get closer, then my mouth will water, and before I know I’ll be tongue deep in her—
“Nope,” I snap, backing out and closing her bedroom door hard enough that it probably woke her.
I haul ass back to the couch, cock still stiff.
“Fuck my life,” I grumble as I toss my ass back on the sofa and glare at the ceiling.
***
“The fuck,” I mutter, slapping away the bug on my face.
A husky chuckle forces me to wake up completely.
I blink up at my stupid friend, my eyes gritty like sandpaper from lack of sleep.