AllFreeNovel
Share Us
For the first time, I feel like I’m letting everything fall away. Every other thought, fear, want, emotion…all of it is gone, my attention homed in on the beautiful man between my thighs. I can’t help it. I know this will be the last time I’m with him, and I want to remember everything, absorb everything.
Boyd continues to stroke me for a while longer until I tell him I want him inside me, and then he’s climbing up the bed and thrusting his hard length into where I need him most.
“Fuck,” I choke out, the pleasure-pain enough to make that pool at my spine heat up even more.
I don’t know what’s different, don’t know what Boyd has done to my body, but the feelings charging through me right now have catapulted me through to another level of bliss.
As he strokes in and out of me, one hand pinching a nipple and the other brushing over and over at my core, it feels like everything in me is bubbling up at once.
“God, Ruby,” he says, looking at me like I’m the only thing that exists in the world. “I’m so in love with you.”
My shock at his words must strip away something inside me, because within seconds, it feels like I’ve been lanced through with a firework, every muscle in my body clenching in one massive spasm.
I feel like a coil wound tight, a string pulled taut, like every ounce of my being has been wrenched into a tiny, nearly unbearable ball at the center of my body.
Then suddenly it releases, rushing outward like a wave, rolling through every nerve and cell and pore, thrusting out in fits and sparks along my arms and legs and into my fingers and toes. Every hair stands on end, my body overwhelmed.
I cry out, something long and pained, as if this moment has set me free from the chains that have held me bound for so long.
“Holy shit,” Boyd whispers, thrusting into me a few more times, his actions sparking additional pulses of pleasure throughout my body.
Now I get it.
Now I understand why people equate sex to love, talk about orgasms as if they’re gold, search endlessly for a man who is able to elicit these feelings the way Boyd has with me.
It’s so big, so much, so glorious it’s almost indescribable, and I know as I begin to come down from my own rush that I would spend the rest of my life trying to recreate this feeling with Boyd if I could.
My attention returns to where he remains above me, to the way my hands are wrapped around his body, slick with sweat, his eyes like pools I can drown in.
He shouts out his own release, his own body racked with shudders and violent tremors. Mine continues to throb in little fits underneath him, my vaginal walls clenching and unclenching until Boyd is forced to pull out of me.
But he doesn’t move. He stays hovering above me, his eyes looking into mine in awe. Then he kisses me, long and slow and lovely. It makes me want to burst into tears.
“That was amazing,” he says, kissing down my neck before pulling back to look at me with a smile. “You’re amazing.”
Instead of responding, I slip my arms around him and hold him to me tight.
I’m not sure what Boyd makes of my reaction, but he doesn’t push me. Maybe he thinks I’m overwhelmed by the orgasm, or by his declaration of love. Or maybe he just thinks I’m tired and spent and emotional. Who knows?
Whatever the reason, he allows me to stay silent, the two of us snuggling up together, skin to skin.
Boyd drifts off quickly, his soft breaths warming my neck, but I stay awake as long as I possibly can, working hard to keep my eyes open and my body from falling into the soft lull of sleep it so wants to rest in.
If these are my final moments with Boyd—these absolutely magical moments full of love and tenderness—I want to remember every single one.
chapter twenty-four
Boyd
Something is different in the morning.
When I wake up, I stretch my arm out, finding an empty bed and cold sheets. It’s the same as yesterday, when I found Ruby inside drinking coffee with my mom.
But today, she’s not inside with my mom. She’s sitting on the loveseat across from the bed putting her socks on.
A quick glance around confirms that she’s showered and changed and has already packed up her suitcase, even though her flight isn’t until noon and it’s only six.
“I thought maybe we’d get some more time in bed this morning,” I say, my words groggy as I shift my body and plop another pillow under my head so I can see her better. “Why are you up already?”
