Prudence breathed into my mouth when she was unable to kiss me back. Sometimes my cock touched her in the right way, making her moan loudly. Even through the condom, I knew how wet she was. Fucking soaked. And I loved it.
I broke our kiss because I wanted to stare at her. I moved further over her then brought her legs against my chest. Her legs were closed, making it a tighter fit. I knew she liked it when she moaned again.
I kissed her calves then her feet, cherishing every perfect feature. She deserved to be worshipped. I was a mere peasant to this glorious queen. For the first time, I didn’t feel the need to come. All I cared about was her orgasm. And that had never happened before.
She suddenly gripped my forearms then said my name. The natural pitch and harmony to her voice stroked my ego. I loved hearing her say my name, knowing she knew exactly who was rocking her world.
And then the screams came.
“I’ve never come that hard in my life.” Redness touched her face and her cheeks. Her nipples were darker and harder than they ever were before. I knew she was winded and satisfied. I decided to let myself go. With a few more strokes, my threshold had been reached. I pulled her legs down then opened them wide, wanting to move inside her as far as I could. Then I started to come.
“Fuck…” I filled the inside of the condom while looking into her face. Her beautiful eyes made my orgasm a million times better than it normally was. “Mmm…” I took a moment to compose myself before I pulled out and disposed the condom.
A musical sigh escaped her lips while she snuggled against the pillows.
Job well done. I scooped my arm around her waist and dragged her to my chest. She was in the mood to sleep, but I was in the mood to cuddle—a rarity.
“I’m sorry about my behavior.”
“What? You were mind-blowing.”
I smirked. “I meant when we ran into my brother. I didn’t mean to be rude to you.”
“You weren’t.”
She made everything too easy. “I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you.”
“You made it clear you didn’t want to involve family or friends. It’s fine.” All girls said things were fine when they weren’t. I had no idea why. But I knew Prudence was being sincere.
“You do mean something to me, Prudence. When I said you were just a friend, I felt like that was disrespectful.”
“What else would you say?” Her arm wrapped around my waist and she rested her head on my chest.
“I don’t know...”
“Don’t worry about it, Cash.” She closed her eyes.
I sighed, suddenly feeling the need to explain myself and my behavior. I respected her too much to not be a little more open with her. “My family is adamant about me having a girlfriend—or someone in my life.”
Her fingers trailed across my skin. “In the car, I said I wouldn’t talk about it. Do you want me to keep my word?”
“No.”
“Why do they care so much?”
“They just don’t want me to be alone.”
“Cash, can I ask you something?”
I knew she wouldn’t ask anything she wasn’t willing to answer herself. “Fire away.”
“Do you ever have a girlfriend or…do you just have these types of arrangements?”
I was surprised she didn’t ask me this sooner. “I hate one night stands. The first time you have sex with someone new it’s always awkward. And if you hardly know the person, it’s even more uncomfortable. I like having some form of a relationship with a woman when I have sex with her. The connection makes it more enjoyable. But I don’t like being serious with them because it makes it complicated. So to answer your question, yes, this is the only type of relationship I have.”
She nodded then rested her hand on my stomach. “Can I ask you something else?”
“Yes, baby.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“For about five years.”
She released the air from her lungs. “You’re so smart.”
I wasn’t expecting that reaction. At all. “How do you mean?”
“It’s just easier this way. I feel like most people are only monogamous because society has made it the norm. And as a result, so many people cheat, lie, and the divorce rate is so high. This makes more sense. It’s more natural, the way humans were meant to be.”
I stared at her with new eyes. “You really believe that?”
“I’m sick of getting hurt and trusting people. This way, I don’t have to worry about that. I know you don’t lie to me because you have no reason to. You can leave whenever you want, no questions asked.”
Well, I would be devastated if she just ended our relationship one morning with no explanation. I expected to finish the next few months with her in my bed. But I understood her point.
“Marriage is just for people who are too scared to be alone or want to raise a family. I’m neither of those things.”
I never heard her talk like this before. Someone seriously fucked her over. She sounded like me five years ago. I desperately wanted to know what happened to her. I’d kill anyone who hurt her. She didn’t deserve any type of pain. But I knew I couldn’t ask. I hoped she’d tell me on her own.
“I’m sorry your family doesn’t respect your lifestyle.”
“I know their concern comes from a good place.” Despite the fact it annoys me.
“Why don’t you just give them what they want?”
Huh? “What do you mean?”
“Pretend you have a girlfriend and bring her around once in a while.”
“Like, pay someone to play the part?”
“Or you could ask a friend. Just tell her what you want her to do. You win. They win. Everyone wins.”
It was an interesting idea. “I hate lying.”
She sat up and eyed me. “That’s a rare quality.”
“I admit I’m not the most admirable human being, but I like to be honest—most of the time.”
“Most of the time?” She studied my face.
“When I have to protect myself.”
“What does that mean?”
We just moved into dangerous territory. “Pass.”
“Pass?”
“I don’t want to answer the question.”