Leo

I set the key in the hook by the door, then take off my shoes. Josephine's living room is messier than normal. I chuckle at the different medical books on the coffee table.

I set my hands on my waist and catch my breath. I need a shower as soon as possible.

Josephine told me I can use her spare key to take a shower when I told her I was planning on running in the direction to her place.

Since Josephine is currently at work and won't be here till late, I quickly tidy up a little before I take a shower.

Using her strawberry scented shower gel, it makes me miss her even more.

There's still around two hours before she comes home.

After my shower, I order food and set it up. I know she'll be hungry when she arrives.

After two long excruciating hours, the lock clicks, and my Josephine enters.

"Hi." The frown on her face is replaced with a grin when she sees me approaching.

I take her bag and keys and hang them.

"I hope you're hungry because I ordered food." I say as she takes off her shoes, not bothering to put them in the closet.

"Famished." She groans and slumps on me. My arms circle her waist and I give her head a kiss, inhaling her. She nuzzles her face in my chest and inhales strongly.

"Hmm."

"What?" I chuckle.

"You smell like me."

"I know." I lift her feet from the ground and walk us to the coffee table. "I showered here."

"Ooh." She giggles, all girly and shit. It's cute as fuck.

We sit down, with her feet propped on my thighs. I hand over her bowl of food, then grab mine.

We eat in silence for a while before I ask, "You had a busy day?" Her eyes are a little droopy and she isn't talking as much.

"Yes." She swallows before continuing. "After a shower, I'll have more energy, though."

"Can I join?" I tease and squeeze her leg.

"I would say yes, but my shower is small." She shrugs. "Sorry."

I laugh and lean in to give her a kiss. Before I can deepen it, she pulls back and stands up.

"Off to my shower now."

As she walks away, I stare at how her scrubs hug her phenomenal ass.

•••

Josephine jumps on the bed.

I've made popcorn and set up a movie we can watch. She told me it's time for her to rewatch The Notebook, so that's the film we're watching. Not sure what it's about, but I'm sure it's amazing as Josephine has watched it multiple times.

"Now we both smell the same." She nuzzles herself into the crook of my arm. I kiss the top of her head and take a big sniff of her.

There's another way we can smell the same, but I refrain from commenting.

The movie I thought would be about some type of writer given the name turns out to be a romance movie. I watch Josephine more than I watch the film. She's whispering the lines along with the actors and doing the same facial expressions as them.

At a particular kissing scene in the rain, I can't help but turn Josephine's face to mine and kiss her with all I have.

The scene on the TV reminds me of when we confessed our love to each other in similar conditions.

Josephine smiles against my lips, and I use that opportunity to plunge my tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.

A moan escapes her, and I adjust our position on the bed. I twist so we're facing each other and her arms tightly hug my neck. I firmly wrap my arms around her.

With every push of my tongue, she pushes back harder. With every moan that leaves her mouth, I meet hers with a groan of my own.

I crawl on her body so she's on her back and I'm on top of her. Our calves touch as she moves her body, lifting her back off the mattress when I bite her lower lip.

Even though she's kissing me with urgency, I slow down my pace and gently hold her hips.

My mouth kisses her cheek, then her jaw, then the side of her neck—sucking just enough to not leave a mark.

Then I'm slowly kissing her collarbone, one of my hands on her waist and the other holding myself up.

"Leo." She whispers.

"I love you." With my lips against her heart, I whisper. I kiss down the valley of her chest over her clothes before I undo the first button of her pajama shirt.

She's breathing fast and her hands are clenching and unclenching against my back.

I move lower, now kissing her navel.

My fingers undo the tie of her pajama pants.

"Wait." She breathes.

I halt and look up at her.

"What ... what are you doing?" She leans on her elbows and chuckles.

"I'm going down on you."

"Well, um, I ..." she averts her gaze and I sober up. I crawl up her body so we're face to face.

"I'm sorry, honey." I leave the faintest kiss on the tip of her nose. "That was too fast, wasn't it?"

"No, it's not that." She bites into her lower lip, still not fully meeting my eyes. "I have to tell you something."

"You already told me you've never done it before." I say and ease her lip from her teeth.

"I mean something else."

"What is it?" I frown. Now I'm starting to worry.

"I um, I can't," she clears her throat and meets my eyes at last. "I can't orgasm."

What?

Is that possible?

I'm not sure what to say. I stay silent for a few beats, gathering something to say.

"What do you mean?" I ask finally.

"I've never had an orgasm."

"Are you sure?" I know a small percentage of woman orgasm from intercourse alone, but when one is pleasuring themselves, they're bound to orgasm. Right?

"Yes." She nods, her cheeks turning slightly darker.

"You've never?"

"Never. Every time I tried, it wouldn't happen." She shrugs.

"Have you tried watching porn?"

She shakes her head. "When I first started...you know." She shows me her fingers. "I tried a few times and when it didn't happen, I just gave up. And one time I tried to watch porn, but I felt weird, like I was watching something I wasn't supposed to, and I clicked away after a minute."

I take in what she's saying. "So you've never masturbated ever since you've turned, what, fifteen?"

"Something like that.I tried a few times, but I still didn't succeed."

I look down at her body. When we eventually have sex, I want to watch her explode in ecstasy. I want to see what face she makes when the pleasure gets too much.

"But it's okay." Her words pull my gaze back to hers. "There are a lot of women who can't orgasm."

"Can I maybe try?" I offer. I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to get her off, but if I do this right, then who knows? I'm guessing the times she played with herself, she was too much into her head, trying to climax that it just wouldn't happen.

Her eyes bounce between mine before she nods. Her hands clasp my shoulders when I begin to descend her body again.

"Maybe with your fingers?" She asks.

"Of course." I kiss her cheek, then settle on the bed beside her.

Cupping her jaw, I turn her face to me and nibble on her top lip before biting it. She huffs out a breath as my tongue soothes the slight ache.

I settle one of my legs between hers and apply slight pressure with my thigh on her center.

Closing my lips around her, I run a hand up and down her side. Then, I settle it under her breast for a moment.

My lips move in a languid, unhurried pace, getting her worked up and aroused.

When my palm moves to cup her breast, her back arches, making me give her breast a soft squeeze. She's not wearing a bra and I feel her hardened nipple against my palm through the fabric.

I just want to yank off her pajamas and eat her out until she climaxes non stop. But I can't do that. No matter how much I want to have a taste of her.

My palm on her boob slowly moves lower. I squeeze and knead her skin as I lower my hand to the apex of her thighs. Over her pajama shorts, I rest my palm on her center. She's warm there, definitely turned on if the soft breaths she's letting out aren't indication enough.

With the meaty part of my palm, I push on her mound. She lets out a little gasp into my mouth.

I start to slowly apply more pressure. She's getting more and more restless beside me.

Very slowly, I slip my hand under the hem of her pants. Her wetness greets my fingers and I groan at how turned on she is. Just from kissing.

I start a slow pace of circling my finger on her clit. Her hands tighten around my neck and she pulls me closer to her, our lips never breaking.

Even though I want to take off her shirt and suck on her plump nipples, I don't want to break this moment. She's too into it.

So I slightly quicken the pace of my finger and pull away to watch her. She has her eyes tightly shut. One of her hands is entwined in my hair at the back of my head and the other is clutching the bed sheet beside her. Her knees are moving restlessly, and I think she's getting closer.

I gather more wetness and smear it over her sensitive bud.

I watch her face and body's reactions. Looking for any sign she likes or dislikes something.

So far, her hand is clenching and unclenching the bedsheet, her teeth are digging harder into her lower lip and her back is slightly bucking off the bed.

Increasing the speed again, I revel in the way her knees close and she tilts her head back, showing me her long neck.

That is before she suddenly drops her back flat to the mattress and opens her eyes.

"Ugh." She groans and covers her face. "Stop watching me."

"What do you mean?" She was on the brink of an orgasm.

"I can feel your eyes on me." She mumbles through her fingers.

"Josephine," I chuckle. "You're too into your head."

"Am not."

I remove her hands from her face and cup her warm cheek. "You were doing really good."

"I know." She whines, clearly more annoyed at this than me.

"Want me to put on some music?" I offer.

She ponders before giving me a few tiny nods.

I choose a song from an artist called The Weeknd. It's a slow and sensual song and it definitely fits the mood.

I lay back next to her and pull her to me by the waist. Lowering my face to her, I start again with slowly kissing and teasing her at first.