Monica and I have spent the last three days in bed. The only time we have left my mattress is for the necessities. You know, eating, drinking, and the occasional trip to the bathroom. We even showered together, several times and during those times we had some of the best sex I've ever had in my entire fucking life.

My demons would occasionally pound angrily on the door in the back of my head but I kept it closed. More accurately, Monica kept that door closed. Her hands have spent the last forty-eight hours caressing every inch of my body. I don't know what switch flipped upstairs in my brain but I can't get enough of her. I can't get enough of her touch. I can't fucking get enough of Monica. I'm a pussy-whipped bitch, I'm sure of it.

"I've got to go to work tonight." I murmur into Monica's hair, which smells like my shampoo. She gives me a disgruntled sigh as she curls into my side even more which makes me chuckle. "Silly woman, haven't you had enough of me?" Of course she hasn't, but I still had to ask.

"No," she pouts "I have not." And even though I knew that would be the answer, I can't help the giant smile that creeps up my lips.

"If I could stay in bed with you forever I would, sweetheart." I wrap my arm tighter around her as she clings to me.

"Would you?" She cocks her head back and looks up at me. "You aren't going to try and kick me out again?"

"Kick you out?"

"You know, turn into a complete jackass because you're trying to push me away again."

I can't help but laugh because it's true. I usually do turn into a complete jackass but, in all honesty, that option is off the table now. Doing that would do nothing but damage the both of us at this point.

"No, even if I wanted to push you away, I don't think I could." It was the truth. The ways we had touched each other, spoken with each other, just had been with each other, made me never want to experience anything else. After having Monica in my bed, with me, this way there would be no way I could let her go now.

Monica shifts around a bit uncomfortably against me, looking off into a corner of the room. Something is clearly bothering her but she doesn't want to say it, I can tell. I let out a hearty sigh, "What's on your mind, beautiful?"

"I just, well, what..." I know where this is going and it's a conversation I have shot down one-hundred percent of the time. "I mean, are you still going to keep fucking every beautiful woman in the general population or...?"

Well, fuck me. I can't not laugh at that. I have to laugh at that and I do. I actually laugh quite hard.

"Why?" I say once I manage to get my laughter under control. "Do you care if I put my dick in someone else?" I know she does, but I had to ask. I want her verbal conformation that she indeed does not want my dick in someone else.

She frowns at me as she sits up, holding the sheet over her bare chest. "Yes, actually. I do care, Sean." Monica tucks her brown waves behind her ears as she stares at me in irritation.

"So, let me get this straight." I rub my chin looking at her like I'm confused even though I'm really not. "What you're saying is that you don't want me to fuck anyone but you, right?" I am thoroughly enjoying messing with her. It takes everything in me to keep a straight face as she grimaces at me.

"Uh yeah, Sean. That's exactly what I'm saying and considering the fact you haven't used a condom once these past few days I would rather not have to worry about what you could be potentially giving to me."

"I always use condoms."

"Not with me." She retorts.

Monica is right. Besides the first time we ever had sex we'd never used one when we were together. I had never wanted to use one with Monica. I loved the way she felt on me and there was just something about it, about being close to her, that made me feel something I couldn't quite place my finger on.

"No, you're right, not when I'm with you." Then the realization, the something hits me like a smack in the face. I know I don't need protection from Monica, in any sense of the word. She makes me feel safe and secure even when I'm at my most vulnerable.

"Sean..." She looks around cautiously, you'd think she was walking through a damn minefield.

I'm going to have to be the one to say it, she's too nervous. Probably because I'd usually lose my complete shit and run for the hills.

"Just fucking say it, Monica." I sit up, putting my forearms on my knees as I lean foreword. The sheets pool around my waist as I look at her. "You want me all to yourself, don't you?"

She bites her lip and nods her head, making her wavy hair bounce slightly. She is the cutest fucking thing in the universe. Cutest fucking thing. This woman's affects on me are fucking ridiculous. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

"Alright." I say to her. If she wants me to be hers alone, I think, well, I'm pretty sure, I could at least try to be. I could try and be that someone to her because I want to be that someone for her. "I can try, Monica. We can try."

Monica's eyes widen and I can tell it's in disbelief. "Wait, what?" She didn't think I'd agree and honestly, neither did I.

"I'm probably going to be the fucking shittiest boyfriend of all time. You do realize that, right?" She rolls her eyes at me. "Seriously, I'm kind of a terrible person so I'm probably going to end up fucking things up monumentally." I can't believe the word boyfriend actually just fell from my mouth. Gag me.

"Did you, Sean McCaslin, douchebag-of-the-year, just agree to be in a monogamous relationship?" She jokes in a voice that is just a touch over-the-top.

Monogamous. The word still makes a part of me want to cringe. "You better stop throwing words like monogamous around or you're going to send me running for the hills." I aim for teasing her but she still frowns. "I'm just kidding, Monica. I'm all yours, alright?"

"Okay, so let me just get this straight." She holds a hand out. "After work tonight, you're not going to bring some girl from the club home and be balls deep inside of her?"

"Jesus Christ, Mon!" Balls deep. I start laughing uncontrollably as her words replay in my head again.

She shrugs and her tone goes completely flat. "Well, I'm just clarifying because I can hear you when you are."

Ohhhhh fuuuuuck.

That makes me want to cringe just about as much as the word monogamous. It is also something I had never really thought about before. The fact that Monica has probably heard me fuck the shit out of whoever I was fucking and then sending them on their merry way is definitely cringeworthy. How she is still here in my bed I will never even begin to pretend to understand.

"The only female I'm going to be balls deep inside of tonight is you, sweetheart." I lean over and peck her on the lips. "Well, that is if you're up for me being balls deep inside of you." Thinking about being balls deep inside of Monica already has me hardening again. The amount of times I could give myself to this girl is fucking relentless.

She bites her lip again as she looks at me. "I would love to know a time where you have presented me with the opportunity and I have said no."

"That's because no one ever says no to this dick." She grabs a pillow from behind her and then smacks me over the head with it. I tackle her flat onto the mattress saying, "you're going to pay for that, woman."

She giggles as I kiss down her neck then in between her breasts. Her hands run through my hair as I nip at each taught peak. "Sean..."

"Mmmm" I murmur into her skin as I go from one breast to the other.

"I'm serious." I look up at her big brown eyes in partial confusion as they regard me in a stern manor. "No one else. If that's what you want then that's fine, I'll understand."

"Monica I-"

"Seriously, Sean." She doesn't let me continue. "Just tell me beforehand so we can end whatever this is."

A small wave of panic rides through me momentarily as I digest her words. I'm bound to fuck this up. It's just a matter of time before I do, honestly. But I sincerely hate the way my gut churns when I think of ending whatever it is that's going on between us. This was just the beginning and I was already partially nauseous at the thought of losing it.

I've never been one to be particularly worried or scared about anything. I never let anything, anyone get close enough to have that affect on me. Monica though, she not only was able to touch my skin, she was clearly able to get right up underneath it.

I don't say anything as I claim her mouth. My knees open her legs to make room for my body and I lower myself down until I can feel myself rubbing against her tight wet center. Her arms wrap around me and I am so relieved that I can finally revel in the feeling of her skin on mine.

"Monica," I pull away slightly from her lips and her eyes find mine, "I promise, alright. No one else." I thrust into her causing her to arch her back and moan my name in the most delicious fashion. "No one."

"Promise?" She questions me in a deep moan, her head pressing back into the pillow.

"Baby, I promise." I rock in and out of her leisurely making her cry out in long, low moans. "No one else." I kiss along her neck and her jawline. "You promise me the same."

"Only you, Sean. There's only you." She pants as I quicken my pace. "There's no one like you, no one but you."

Her uttering those words has my carnal side ramping up about ten-thousand percent because she has just said there is no other man like me. I know there isn't one quite as fucked up or one who can fuck quite as good as me but hearing her moan it made my ego smirk. He's extremely happy with himself and this woman. Monica is the only woman who could have him, me, feeling this particular way.

"That's right, only me."