She came down, I rolled up. I didn’t thrust, though God knew I wanted to. This was her show, her pace. All I could do was add that pressure when she descended. A push as she rolled down. A pull before she could lift up.
Down up. Push pull.
Tighter. Faster.
Her breath began to stutter. Her eyes had grown wide. And I had no thought except for what she did.
And then she broke.
A single shudder that seemed to grip me from inside and out.
She cried out, fully arched even as she ground down on me. And inside, her body tightened around me like a fist, pulling me inside, again and again.
I don’t know how long I stayed suspended in that place. Where everything I was poured into her. And she, moving above me in her own erotic dance, continued to arch and lift as her orgasm spurred on mine, and vice versa. It was an erotic dance that I never wanted to end.
Until my phone rang.
I didn’t even hear it at first. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the discordant sound was.
Darth Vader’s theme music filled the room, dark and ugly. It was like a taint on the entire experience and if I could, I would have smashed my phone into a thousand pieces. But I couldn’t reach it. It was on the other side of the room, close enough to hear, but not close enough to destroy.
But eventually, Ellie heard it, too.
She came back to herself with a hot flush of embarrassment. A blush stained her cheeks, her chest, and even down to her flat belly. I touched her arm, furious that her experience had been cut short.
“It’s my phone. Ignore it.”
She chuckled. “I think I was.”
She’d stopped contracting, and I was milked dry. But I still didn’t want her to move. It was too perfect, and I wanted to linger as long as possible.
Thankfully, the ringtone ended. Finally.
I smiled up at her. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for the best sex of my life.” She leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips. “Both times.”
I clung to her, trying to keep her close. She was already back to being herself, while I was still half dazed. I wanted to say something special that matched what we’d just done. But I didn’t have the brainpower, much less the words. And while I was still groping for an answer, my phone rang again.
Darth Vader, take two.
“Damn it!”
“Somebody wants you awful bad,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed at the clock beside my bed. I didn’t have to look to know that it was well after midnight. But I could see her nurse’s mind putting together possibilities, and suddenly she straightened. “You better answer it. It’s probably important.”
“It’s never important,” I groaned, feeling small without her.
“It’s after one.” She climbed off the bed with startling energy. I felt like I hadn’t the strength to lift a finger.
“Don’t—” I protested, but she’d already picked up the phone and was bringing it to me.
I grabbed it with a sigh. And since I knew that my brother would keep calling until I answered, I thumbed it on with a grimace.
“I am going to kill you,” I said by way of greeting.
My brother answered, his voice slurred but intelligible enough. “I can’t carry him. We saw the video, hero. Come rescue us.”
“Go fuck yourselves.”
