“And what about the universe? All those stars and planets you swear by?”
“Yes, it means all of those to me too. You mean the universe to me.” The words flow out of my mouth before I have a chance to question if it’s too much, but then Maeve moans and rocks her hips a bit further back into me and I feel my own arousal start to peak.
“Can I rock you?” I ask, using my teeth to pull on her earlobe. “I want to move us together.”
“Yes. Okay.”
“And if you don’t like it, just say and I’ll stop.”
“Okay. I will.”
But she doesn’t say stop. She moves with me as I rock our bodies together. Back and forth. Back and forth. She sighs and mumbles incoherent nothings as her arm moves quicker.
“So good, Maeve, you’re doing so good.”
“Loncey, hold me closer,” she says. “Please, hold me closer.”
I move my hand up and wrap it around her waist. I pull her closer to my body and in doing so apply even more pressure to my cock. Admittedly, it’s been over a month since I felt somebody else’s body pressed up to my genitals but that can’t be the only reason I feel the quickest, biggest rush of arousal surge inside me.
I’m close. I’m really close.
It’s like the first time I fooled around with Leliana Collins when we were fourteen and she let me lie between her legs. Our skin wasn’t touching, but I felt so much I nearly came immediately. It’s like that but it’s also like the times Geneva and I were intimate before we fell apart, before she became something other than a loving partner who wanted the best forme. It’s like how it was when I first entered her or when we she would take me in her mouth.
And also, it’s nothing like either of these occasions. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like rediscovering sex and intimacy and fuck, love, all these things I thought I already knew everything about.
But no. I’m learning with Maeve. I’m learning and I’m also falling apart. At least that’s what it feels like as her butt continues to rub against me, her little sighs and moans fill my ears and I feel a warmth like never before spread over me as my climax rushes closer.
“Maeve,” I say quickly, urgently. “You need to stop moving or I need to change position, if you don’t want me to come. Because I’m really close and I don’t want it to ruin this moment.”
“Really? You’re close?” There’s shock in her voice and her hand stops moving.
“Yes, so close. But I can move—”
“No,” she says immediately. “It’s okay. I want you to…” Her hand starts moving again. “Maybe we could come together? I know that’s like a thing in films and romance books. I just… I never thought I’d get to do that with someone.”
“It’s not as easy as the movies make it seem,” I say and squeeze her waist again. “But we could try.”
“We could try,” she repeats and then her voice changes. “I think that’s the chat I want to have with you tomorrow. About us.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not with you.” I frown into her hair, confused.
“We could try,” she says again and I’m beyond proud of her when she starts to move her hand again. “That’s all I want us to agree to tomorrow in our talk about us and the future. That we try, to make this, to make us work.”
“I want that too,” I say and I start to move our bodies together again, rocking and rolling in the bed.
“Are you still close?” Maeve gasps.
“Yes, Maeve,” I say and I kiss her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Oh, shit, it feels too hard,” she says, her voice strained. “I’m losing it. And it hurts. It aches.”
“I know, Maeve, I know. But we’re going to make that ache go away. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
“I don’t know how… I don’t know…” she says, desperately.
“Take a breath. Change the rhythm. Try going softer, or harder. Try just cupping yourself and then using our movement to get you there.”
“Okay,” she says, still sounding a little stressed.
