By Calvary · Short Story · Feb 18, 2026
It's half past three in the morning when I open my eyes and find myself staring at the clock quietly blinking its digital seconds at the head of our bed. I smile wickedly to myself as memory, without the slightest strain, takes me back to hours earlier — a night filled with breathless sex and tender loving. I turn and feel my naked skin brush against Jerry's. He stirs but doesn't wake. I watch his peaceful face and feel the familiar pull of desire.
Determined not to disturb him yet, I let my mind drift back to the first time.
We were only three months into our long-distance relationship when he flew into town to be with me. By then, shuttling between cities had become routine — exhausting but necessary. The distance tested us constantly, but we were determined to make it work.
That particular afternoon, I knew something was different the moment I walked into his hotel room. His pupils were wide — hunger mixed with worry, nervousness tangled with desire. He had something on his mind, but I didn't press. I wanted him to come to me when he was ready.
Wearing only a white polo and shorts, he moved to the refrigerator. 'Anything to drink?' he asked, glancing back with a tentative smile.
'Water's fine.' I smiled and settled onto the bed, smoothing my baby-pink flare skirt beneath me.
He poured my water and a half-glass of scotch for himself, then handed me the glass before retreating to the only chair in the room.
'You are a very attractive woman, Nora,' he began. So this was it — he was finally ready. He took a sip, his shoulders easing slightly. 'I'm not one to pressure anyone or make a woman go against her will.' The smile had vanished from his face.
'So what are you saying?' The words left my mouth before I'd even decided to speak. His presence had always done that to me — pulled responses from some unguarded place.
'I'm saying that I find you extremely attractive. And I know you feel the same way about me.' He paused, holding my gaze. 'I would like for us to explore this attraction. More than anything.'
If there was one thing I loved about Jerry, it was his way with words — deliberate, careful, devastatingly precise.
His eyes never left mine. And under that steady gaze, I felt my certainty waver. His calm seduction was building something in me — a hunger I hadn't known I possessed.
I knew what he was asking, but I wanted him to say it plainly. I drained the last of my water, crossed the room to set the glass down, then walked to him and settled onto his lap. Our eyes were level now. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to his, deepening the kiss immediately. He matched my pressure exactly — God, the way he used his mouth.
I pulled back just enough to ask, 'Jerry, tell me. What do you want?'
He swallowed hard. 'I want you.'
'You have me.'
'I know.' He understood I needed more. 'I want to peel those clothes off your body.' His voice remained calm, controlled — which only made it more potent.
'What else?'
'I want to watch you come undone beneath me. Above me. Beside me. I want you shattering into a million pieces from my touch.'
Heat pooled between my legs. 'And?' My voice was weakening, consumed by need.
'I want to hear you call my name while I memorize every inch of your body.'
He knew exactly what to say. When to say it. How.
I couldn't wait anymore. 'Take me to the bed.'
We had never had sex. I had never had sex with anyone. Jerry was about to be my first.
The combination of his tongue and hands on my bare skin drove me to the edge of reason. He brought a beautiful agony with every touch — gentle, patient, achingly thorough. He took control, and with his mouth alone, he took me to places I never knew existed while lying in that bed. Inch by deliberate inch, he learned me.
I lost all control when his tongue found its way between my thighs.
My breathless moan was all it took.
Lying in our bed now, thinking about that cold December afternoon, I feel the dampness return. I glance at my husband beside me and decide he's slept long enough.
I slip beneath the covers and quietly, hungrily, take him into my mouth.
His sleepy moan is all it takes.