“I’m fine. I’ve, uh, practiced. At home. With toys.”
I groan loudly, tossing my head back. Imagining her riding a toy to bring herself pleasure is too much.
“Trying … so hard … to go slow,” I grind out.
She growls. In one swift but careful motion, she lowers herself to completely sheath me. We both call out in pleasure. I still just a moment to make sure she is comfortable.
“Sorry. Couldn’t wait any longer,” she says as she starts to move up and down, slowly making room for me in her body. Her heat grips me perfectly, teasingly.
“Never. Ever. Apologize for that.” I huff a laugh, painfully close to the edge.
I match her movements. I wrap one arm around her waist and sit up a little to bring her as close as possible. She groans as this shift of weight hits something she likes. I match her movement, arching up off the bed, using every muscle I have to hold her and press as deep as possible into her. We’re rocking in tandem, sweaty and shaking with pleasure. Her hand lowers to where we meet.
“Yes, please,” I beg. “I need to feel you come again.”
She is lost in ecstasy as she breaks apart. Her head is thrown back as the white light explodes out again, breaking across me like tiny sparks of heat that only add to the pleasure ratcheting to impossible levels inside of me. I would love to say that I made her come five more times before I lost myself. But it’s been weeks of wanting her. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.
Her sounds of pleasure is what finally does it.
“Julia,” I cry out as I come harder than I ever have just seconds after her. My forehead drops to her shoulder as I pulse. I see stars again, but this time they aren’t from her.
We hold each other for a moment, foreheads pressed, panting and recovering. Eventually we break apart to stretch and clean up.
A few minutes later, we’re laying on our backs, grinning at the ceiling. All of my feelings for her are so clear I can’t keep them locked inside any longer. I roll onto to my side and study her sweet features soft with satisfaction. I flyaway curl tickles her forehead with every breath in and out. I gently brush it away with a hand that shakes slightly from the emotions swelling in my chest. I swallow and then clear my throat.
“Julia, I need to tell you something. And I don’t want you to think it’s because of this.” I gesture to our panting bodies.
She props up on to her elbow to look at me. “Okay,” she says seriously.
“I’m falling in love with you. Nope.” I shake my head. “That’s not true.”
“Oh, okay.” A little line of a frown creases her forehead.
“I’m not falling. I have fallen. I love you.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.”
“I know it’s too soon. People might think I’m crazy, but I know it. I know it. I love you.” I shrug like the situation is hopeless.
“Well, okay then. I guess you should know I love you too.” Her eyes are wide with sincerity but she shakes her head. “It’s ridiculous. And hopelessly incurable. But there it is.”
“We both love each other,” I say with a serious frown.
“It’s too fast,” she says.
“Definitely. We’re fools.”
“One hundred percent.”
“There’s really nothing we can do.”
“It’s terminal,” she agrees.
I turn on my side and pull her so she’s facing me. “I’ve never been so absolutely sure about anything.”
She shrugs on a sigh. “Same.”
“Okay,” I say.
