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Vaguely, from miles away, centuries past, she knew they were loud, they were talking, pleading, encouraging, directing. They were grunting, moaning, groaning, even yelling, but she had no idea who made what sounds and couldn’t have cared less. She knew they were flailing all over the floor, rolling, twisting, bucking, sometimes her on top, sometimes him, sometimes on their sides. They crashed into furniture repeatedly. A few times, he pulled out and they completely changed positions, her on her belly and him behind for a while, and then reverse cowgirl for a while, and then she was straddling him face to face again, and couldn’t remember how she’d got there.
She came, and the whole world went dark and staticky, but she barely realized what had happened because Zaxx was still going, and the wane of her climax rolled straight into the wax of a new one. And then he flipped them over and it happened again, she went careening into maddening bliss for the fourth (Fifth? Sixth?) time, and he was still going.
And he’d been worried he’d go too quickly.
Finally, when Gia thought another orgasm might kill her, when her body was hot ache from shoulders to feet and she was on fire between her legs, when her throat throbbed and her head thumped, when her hair was plastered to her face and shoulders and the ends of Zaxx’s hair dripped sweat across her chest like tropical rain, he dropped his head to her shoulder and gasped, “I can’t ... I gotta ... fuck, G, I ...”
She didn’t need him to finish any of those attempts at a sentence. “Go, go, go,” she urged, hooking her arms around his soaked head.
He went, rocking his hips into her with a final burst of furious effort. Gia flung her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust until he threw his head back and actually roared. His skin went deep, dark red and the tendons in his neck stood out like flying buttresses on a medieval cathedral. Sweat ran from his scalp in rivulets, into his eyes, around his nose, through his beard, dropping to her chest.
And then it was over, and he went limp. He dropped onto her with such swift force he knocked the air from her, and they lay there gasping and astonished.
What they’d done was not a normal hookup. Not in Gia’s experience, at least.
It was far wilder than any sex she’d ever had, far more physical, and physically demanding, though it barely crossed out of the realm of vanilla. Never in her life had she felt so exhausted, so wrung out, afterward. Her depletion ran so deep, Gia truly didn’t think she could move. The connections between her brain and her body had fried out in their storm.
And she didn’t care in the least. She would have been perfectly happy to stay as she was, buried under the spent shell of Zaxx’s body, until she died.
Of course, that wasn’t how things worked. She hadn’t had a stroke or any other health event, she’d simply been fucked as thoroughly as it was possible to be fucked, and had returned the favor. At some point, her body began to remember its usual work.
Just then, a wet nose pushed at her shoulder. Gia turned her head and saw Crackers, looking worried. Working out the mechanics of arm movement, she slipped one from Zaxx’s back and gave her kitty a reassuring scritch under the chin. He stepped in and pressed his head to her forehead, then shook briskly, irritated that her sweat had defiled his coif.
The little bit of movement required to say hey to Crackers stirred Zaxx back to life as well. With a weary groan, he managed to prop himself on one elbow and gaze down at her.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asked, his eyes wide and his voice soft with wonder.
Gia knew he didn’t mean Crackers. He was thinking the same thought she was: that something about this night was beyond their experience.
“I don’t know. But it was good.”
He chuckled, and they were both instantly reminded that he was still inside her, and still fairly hard. His eyes fluttered closed as he pulled carefully, gingerly out. Gia closed her eyes, too, and focused on that final slide of his body with hers.
“Yeah,” he said, pressing his lips to her throat. “It was ... really good.”
As he removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it at her wastebasket, awareness hit her: their sex was over. He’d probably want to leave soon, and she did not want that to happen. Why she wasn’t ready for that, what it might mean, she didn’t care. Not right now. Right now, still replete, feeling him, them, on every inch of her body, she cared only that she didn’t want him to go. She could analyze meanings later, in the daylight.
“Will you stay the night?” she asked, tucking his wet hair behind his ears.
He studied her eyes thoughtfully. Gia studied his in return, trying to find his thoughts within their deeps.
And then he nodded. “I want to stay.”
~oOo~
Steam began to waft into the bathroom; Gia reached into the shower and checked the spray; soothing heat enveloped her arm at the perfect temperature. “How’s this?”
Zaxx, standing right behind her, lifted his lips from her shoulder, unhooked one arm from around her waist, and reached in himself. He hissed and yanked his arm back. “What is with women and scalding-hot showers?”
Gia grinned and tapped the controls, adding a smidge more cool to the mix. “First, it’s poor judgment on your part to use the plural of ‘woman’ right now. And second, women are just generally tougher than men—and you do not want to challenge me on that right now. How’s this?”
She could feel the shake of his chuckle against her back. “Yes, ma’am.” He tested the spray and groaned softly. “It’s better. Doable. About my top range for doable, but doable.”
“Excellent.” Opening the shower door all the way, Gia stepped in, and Zaxx followed.
When they’d finally dragged their exhausted bodies up from her bedroom floor, they’d discovered they’d made a mess of themselves as well as the room. Clothes were strewn across the floor, boxes had been knocked over. Somehow, though they’d barely made it to the bed, they’d pulled the comforter mostly off. And they themselves were sweaty, sticky, rug-burned, and bedraggled.
They’d taken a few minutes to right the room, at least enough to put the bed back together and sort their clothes out, and then Gia had suggested they take a shower.
