I use my arm to rock her against me and I push back a little to move us back the other way. My dick loves the pressure and it’s not long before I’m chasing it like I love to do. This is the moment I love most in sex. When the desire and the arousal take over and I leave my worries behind me, when I am nowhere but in my body and my body is something I love, something I can enjoy fully. When I am lost in the sounds my partner, no, Maeve, is making. When I’m fixated on them feeling something close to the pleasure I’m experiencing. When I am none of my labels – be they self-given or assigned to me by strangers – and I just am. When I just am. This is why I love sex. It has nothing to do with penetration, or genitalia, or kink. It’s about connection and closeness and some kind of magic, cosmic correlation.
“Did that help, Maeve?”
“I think so,” she mutters.
“Are you close?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Tell me what you need, Maeve.”
“Kiss me,” she says like she’s been waiting to ask for the longest time. “I need you to kiss me.”
I push up on my elbow and move my hand from her waist and to her chin. Turning and tipping her head back, I dip down and kiss her with everything I have. Hey body is slightly twisted so I’ve lost the all-encompassing pressure around my cock, but her hip is pushed up against the head in just the right angle and when I notice she starts to thrust up into her hand again, I press a little closer to her. All the while, I continue to kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue and keeping my hand on her chin so she stays open for me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper into her mouth as my balls pull up tight. “You’re killing me, Maeve. You’re really killing me.”
“Loncey, I… I…” she says.
“I know,” I say, not knowing for certain of course, but feeling completely assured that whatever it is she’s feeling in this moment, I feel it too.
“Oh, God!” she calls out and she thrusts back more violently. Once, twice, then a third time. Each motion strokes me in the perfect place, but more than that, the way she can’t catch her breath, the way she trembles as her orgasms charges through her, the way she moans into my mouth, all of that takes me to my climax and I come. I come so hard, I lose my breath. I come so hard, my whole body jolts away from Maeve but I move back instantly, my lips landing on her nose. I come so hard, I find myself finally laughing when oxygen is back in my lungs.
I’m still recovering, chuckling in between deep breaths, when Maeve rolls over and I feel both of her hands land on my chest.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Fuck, yes. I’m… Jesus, that was good.”
“I’m glad,” Maeve says softly.
I reach for her hands and cover them. “No, I don’t think you understand, Maeve, and I kind of need you to. That was… that was something else.”
“Something else? You mean different to all the other sex you’ve had?” I know her emphasis on theallis deliberate but I don’t rise to it because that wouldn’t help me make it clear to her that what just happened was incredibly special to me.
“Yes, Maeve. That’s exactly what I mean. That was on another planet. No, in another galaxy, the most beautiful and special undiscovered galaxy.”
“Oh.”
“That was like…” I pause long enough to second guess my next words and then say them anyway. “That was like making love.”
I can’t say what it is but something in her eyes changes. The shape, the colour, the sheen on them – I don’t know what because it’s too dark to see them as intricately as I want to, but I know my words just meant something to her. I know this and yet she doesn’t say anything. For a long time.
“And it was good for you?”
“It was good for me,” she says. “I like that it was like that for you.”
I am hyper aware that she doesn’t exactly agree with me. I wonder I’ve got something very wrong. “It wasn’t too weird?”
She chuckles lightly. “I mean, I’m not going to lie, it was a bit weird. But mostly in a good way.”
“Want to explain?”
Maeve yawns and I promise both her and myself I’ll stop asking questions very soon so she can sleep. “Like, I didn’t think I would like having your, you know, dick pressed up against me, but I sort of did, once I got used to it. And I was only a little bit freaked out when I felt the wetness on my back.”
“Shit, yeah. We may both need to change our clothes.”
“Maybe in a minute.” She yawns again.
