/lit/ - Literature

wilbur awoke to an unfamiliar sensory overload. soft breathing beside him, buried under a mess of sheets with blonde hairs sticking out. a woman. her upper back was exposed. wilbur removed the comforter to reveal her smooth, supple back, her ass cheeks sinking into the mattress like a pair of teardrops. memories of the bridge flooded back to him, and fragments of afterwards. wilbur could not pretend he understood women, but this one changed the calculus. he'd grabbed her, said he hated her, what she stood for. imagine making love to someone you hate, he thought. but i don't hate her. the dewy remnants of last night clung to her skin. she smelled like sex. wilbur edged closer to her and pressed their skin together, a steady erection starting to grow. his hands groped for her breasts. he kneaded and pinched and lightly bit the back of her ear. she awoke with hitched breaths.
sto- stop. i need to get ready for work.
you're so submissive. are you sure? you don't want another go?
maybe, if i survive the day. we can have dinner.
don't be so dramatic, val. i don't know what's going through your head right now. but don't do it, okay? i'm here for you.
at this she turns to face him. honestly, will, you're here for my tits. if that is your real name.
wilbur reed. and i'm here because you talked to me, and no woman talks to me. i think the shit test you pulled back there was dumb. it's okay to disagree with someone and still care about them. i want you to live.
yeah, your care is on my leg right now. but, i'll play nice with you, "wilbur". since you didn't manhandle me so much. she disappears back under the comforter.
val, come on. hey-- ah--