I’m young, and yeah, I’ve been with a lot of women. It’s not a prideful thing for me to say that, but merely a way to put it in perspective for the jaundiced eye that looks at me with a bit of skepticism when I say that last night was beyond fantastic. I didn’t do anything with Olivia that I haven’t done with another woman. I’ve gone down on plenty, but none tasted as sweet as her. Their moans, and gasps, and tightening of their legs against the sides of my head as they came never made me as turned on as I was last night. I swear…I almost felt like I could orgasm just by making her come.

And I’ve certainly had plenty of women ride me to fucking oblivion before, but none like Olivia. No woman had ever told me before that she wanted to make me feel as good as I made her feel. No woman felt as sweet or as warm when she sank on to me, and no woman looked as erotic as Olivia did with her caramel-colored hair swaying all around as she rode my cock.

Okay, dial it down a notch with the erotic memories, Samuelson, or you’ll end up with a boner flopping all around on your run.

God…I think I may be going crazy with this obsessive thinking about her. I ended up staying at her house all night, which again…nothing I haven’t done before. I don’t do it often, and it’s usually because I may have had too much to drink and don’t want to drive, but I’ve done sleepovers before. Of course, my idea of sleeping in a woman’s bed is for her to sprawl on one side, and me to sprawl on the other so I can get a good night’s sleep.

But last night, Olivia curled herself in close against me. My arms automatically tightened around her and it just felt…right. Her hair felt amazing against my skin and her breath like silk as it fanned over me. We talked for a while, about silly stuff. She told me more about her friendship with Stevie and I told her how he kissed my knuckles, which made her howl with laughter. Another first…laughing like that with a woman. So weird. So right.

I’m not even sure who fell asleep first. I just know one minute we were cuddling, talking, and laughing, the next minute her alarm was going off on her bedside table, and we were in the same exact position we had fallen asleep in, wrapped up in each other.

Olivia raised a sleepy head and smiled down at me before crawling over my body to slap at the alarm. Her body was warm as she slid across me, immediately causing my cock to wake up in a very perky mood. Unfortunately, Olivia kept crawling right out of bed, and even though I made a grab at her with my hands, I was grabbing nothing but air, she was so quick.

“Come back here,” I grumbled, because morning sex sounded fucking awesome. Usually, if I stayed the night with a woman, I was trying to slink out of the bed without getting noticed so I could make it out the door without any awkward conversation.

But not this morning. No, this morning I wanted Olivia to get that fine ass back in the bed and let me go down on her again. Or maybe I could just fuck her in the shower. That would be an awesome way to start the day.

“Sorry,” she said as she rummaged through her drawers for some clothing. “I’ve got an appointment this morning and I can’t be late.”

Olivia moved from the dresser over to the closet, gloriously unabashed in her nakedness, and fuck…she was so freakin’ beautiful with her hair all messy and her breasts and hips swaying with her movements.

“Hey,” I called out softly, and for a moment she stilled and turned her head toward me. “Can I see you tonight?”

Her face was blank for just a moment, then she broke out into a wide smile. “Sure. I’d like that. Can we do eight o’clock, though? I’m going to have to work a bit later tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight,” I told her, and then she was gone, disappearing into the bathroom for a shower.

I got dressed and waited for her to come out. There was no long kiss goodbye, no overt flirting from her or wishful words of how she couldn’t wait to see me later. No batting of eyelashes or sexual innuendos. No, I was pretty much forgotten, and she was already attacking her day. She was a dynamo flashing by and she left me a little dizzy.

Alex reaches out and swats at my arm to get my attention. I look over at him and he points down at the digital readings on the treadmill. I’ve gone over five and a half miles and hadn’t even realized it.

Nodding at him, I slow the machine down so I don’t propel myself off with a quicker stop and grab the T-shirt again, giving it a swipe across my face. Alex practically mimics my actions, and when he pulls his own earbuds out, I do the same.

“Dude…what’s gotten into you? You were flying,” he grumbles as our machines come to a complete stop and we step off. “I about killed myself trying to keep pace.”

Shrugging, I say, “No clue. Just energized, I guess.”

Yup…energized up on some Olivia Case.

Alex snorts. “Well, whatever it is…I want me some of that. You killed it at practice today and shredded the weights during our workout. Now you’re running practically Olympic-paced miles. Sign me up for some of that.”

Yeah…no fucking way is Alex getting some of that. No other man is, if I have my say-so about it. I may be the king of one-night stands, and I may not go out with a woman more than once or twice, and I may be totally full of shit right now, but I can tell you this…I am not done with Olivia by a long shot, and if that means my old, anti-monogamous ways are wearing thin, so fucking be it. I’m not adverse to change…I’ve just never found a woman that made me want to consider it before.




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