Chapter 32: Masterpiece
Reid kissed the corner of her mouth and advanced them to the bed. Browen's face was heating up and she felt the bed behind her knees. She sat and leaned onto the bed. With towels still intact, they wrestled around with caresses and kisses. Browen was about to open her mouth. He knew what she was going to say. "I know. If we say it, it's only cheesy in the mood like this," he said. "Kill the romance, why don't you?" "I said, none of that," he silenced her sarcastic laugh. Reid eyes the towel that was secure around her chest. He started to unfasten it and Browen briefly stopped him. "Doubts?" his eyebrows gathered. "No, just that, it's stupid really" she mumbled. "What now?" he mocked his frustration. "I may not be to your liking," she hinted. Is she joking?! "You didn't care when you were in your underwear," he reminded. "Well, I was in underwear, that's some kind of clothing." "And you didn't notice the whistle, or demand you to sleep in my bed?" "I'm sure any female form would do."
"Trust me, you're more than just satisfaction." He moved his hand to release the towel from its knot. Without disappointment, Reid involuntarily smiled. "I'm a masterpiece, eh?" Browen quickly regained her confidence. "Shut up," he replied. Browen's hands maneuvered with stealth to his waistline. She pulled off his towel. Naturally, Reid gloated with pride at his own appearance. Browen instinctively took a breath under heavy lids. I can see why he gloats. "I know what you're thinking," he teased. Browen shook her head. They couldn't help but had each other's skin graze against one another. When it got intense, Reid almost forgot the condom but somehow to manage the reminder. They fit into one another in a passionate romp.
Their stimulated bodies rested against each other to recover from the pleasurable act. It felt natural like as if it was supposed to happen between them. When they gathered enough energy, they continued through the night (with protection). It was next morning. The sheet clad bodies were posed like two puzzle pieces that matched. Browen woke up and felt a warm mass behind her, Reid. She ducked under his arms and walked naked to the bathroom. When she came back, she had a plastic cup with green liquid in it. She padded to the bed and set the cup on the table. Reid felt her weight and woke up. He was on his stomach and reached his hand onto her back. "Hi," she greeted. "Hey." "Your hands are warm," she took them. "Yours are cold." "Well, I got up, and when I was done, I washed my hands with water."
He blew his breath onto them and rubbed them between his hands. "You are a softey," Browen teased. "Don't push it," he mockingly warned. "You know, Caleb will be pissed if he knew we just fooled around with all the opportune moments," she figured. "Maybe we're not done," he growled. He got on top of her and started to kiss her neck. "Hey, hey, first things first, you need to slay that dragon breath of yours," she pushed lightly against him. "My breath doesn't smell!" "Well, I don't want to take a chance." "Fine," he gulped the mouthwash and spit it out. "Happy now?!" "I know you'll be," she tickled his mouth with hers. They were lost in each other and Reid (out of habit) went to look for a condom. "We don't need it, Reid." He realized why and continued his pursuit of her. Although it was Browen's first time, it was Reid's first time with love (and without protection).