Page 21 of Total Dreamboat

Felix

I put Hope down on my bed and enjoy the debauched bloody sight of her as I pull off my jeans. She’s all breasts and hips and thick thighs and I don’t want to objectify her but she’s looking at me, sultry and limpid, like she wants me to. And frankly I can’t help it.

“Come here,” she says.

“Can I just look at you for a minute? Because you are un-fucking real.”

“I’m very real,” she says, shimmying off her panties. The dark thatch of hair over her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her, and my cock actually trembles. She lies back against the duvet, puts her arms above her head, and widens her legs. “I want to feel you,” she says. “Everywhere.”

Briefs have never come off my body so quickly.

I crawl onto the bed and pull her on top of me. “I want you inside me so bad,” she says, bearing down on my cock and holding herself there, her pussy just grazing my erection. I can feel her wetness against my bare skin and it’s so fucking hot that I moan.

And then I remember.

“Fuck,” I gasp out. “I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t expecting to—”

“Yeah, me neither,” she says. “Shit.”

We lock eyes, panting, pulsing against each other as we consider this, dying.

“I have an IUD,” she gets out. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my breakup.”

“Me neither,” I say. “Do you think we should wait, or—”

“I really, really don’t want to wait.”

That’s all I need to hear. I slide into her.

I almost black out from how perfect we fit. I hear a strangled cry come out of my throat and before I can be embarrassed by it, she says, “Oh fuck yeah, moan for me.”

I do, again. I can’t help it.

My entire body is one desperate erogenous zone.

Hope lifts herself up and starts riding me, throwing back her head and arching her back, giving me an astounding view of her astounding breasts. I reach up and thumb her nipples and she gasps, closes her eyes, rides me faster, squeezing my hips between her thighs like she can’t get me deep enough.

I grab her hips and pull her down, flip her over so I’m on top, then slide back into her. “Oh fuck yes,” she cries. She puts her knees over my shoulders and clenches my cock with her pussy.

“Christ,” I groan. “You’re going to make me come.”

But she’s already there. She spasms over and over against my cock, which takes me right past the edge and into an oblivion I didn’t know you could reach without drugs.

We’re both sweaty and panting as we melt into the mattress.

I fold her into my arms and kiss her.

“That was…” I start, but I can’t find the words.

“Orchestral,” she provides.

She burrows into me and I nuzzle my lips against her temple and stroke her hair.

I feel bizarrely emotional. And then I realize why.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Uh, nothing. It’s, um… I’ve just never done that sober before,” I say quietly.

She pulls back and looks tenderly into my eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

“How did it feel?” she asks softly.

“Intense,” I say.

“In a good way?”

“In a really good way. I didn’t feel like I was just trying to get off, or get you off, you know? I was fully in it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. It does. I’m glad I got to be the one to share that with you,” she says. “Thank you, for trusting me.”

“Can I trust you with something else?”

“Yes,” she says. “Anything.”

“I have this fantasy.”

“Ooh, a fetish? Tell me more.”

“No. My fantasy is to wake up beside you. Will you stay?”

She runs her fingers over my lower lip. “So you can try sober morning sex?”

“And perhaps some sober midnight sex. Maybe a little sober two a.m. sex. But losing my sunrise virginity would also be a perk.”

She gets a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Did you know I’ve taken four men’s virginity?”

I bark out a laugh.

“I think you forgot to mention it.”

“Ah, rare oversight. I usually lead with that.”

“It’s an impressive accomplishment. Tell me more.”

“The first time was with my sophomore year boyfriend in high school. First love. Very stressful. Took several tries to accomplish it.”

“But you persevered.”

“Yes. Then we figured out how to do it, but we broke up. So I went about refining my skills with other callers.”

“I had no idea you were such a seductress.”

“Why not? It worked on you.”

“It worked very well.”

“When did you lose your virginity?” she asks.

“Fifteen. With Gemma Bertram, in a spare room at a house party, after splitting approximately a liter of Malibu.”

“I’m impressed you could get it up after that much coconut rum.”

“If alcohol impeded my ability to get an erection, I’d have just been the fifth man whose virginity you’ve taken.”

She laughs, but it turns into a yawn. “I’m tired. Do you really want me to sleep over?”

“How else will I ravish you ’til dawn?”

She wriggles happily against me. “I enthusiastically accept,” she says.

“I’m gonna shower,” I say.

“With me?” she asks innocently.

“Maybe that’s my fetish.”

“Let’s go.”

The shower is spacious as far as the dimensions of a cruise ship bathroom go, but it’s tight for two people. Hope has to smush against me.

“Sorry,” she says. “My milkmaid boobs take up all the room.”

“Your milkmaid boobs are making me astonishingly aroused.”

“Touch them,” she says urgently.

I caress them with my tongue, drawing her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, and it’s so hot I don’t want to stop. So I don’t. Suddenly she starts shaking and cries out, bracing herself against the wall.

Holy shit.

“Did you just come from that?” I ask.

“Party trick,” she says, taking ragged breaths.

“I’m going to expire.”

“Let me make you come one more time before you die.”

She does.

Once we’re clean and sated we towel off and climb back into bed. I turn off the lights and she snuggles up beside me.

It always takes me at least an hour to fall asleep, which I usually find frustrating.

But tonight, listening to Hope drift off beside me, it feels like a gift.