I wanted to believe I could feel it.That my exhausted, overwhelmed body was still sufficiently attuned to sense the moment it became too much for him, too good.
And then his arm tightened around my neck, squeezing us together even as his hips churned through the dregs of his orgasm.“Your turn, fucker,” Flynn spat at me.
It was enough.
My body almost vibrating as the pleasure rippled through me.Whimpering and twisting as I ground myself into the sheets.
Gradually, by degrees, my muscles softened.Flynn’s hold on me easing, too.Until he was merely draped across me, not clinging to me, his face buried in the nape of my neck.
“Am I too heavy?”His voice muffled, soft against the ringing in my ears.
I shook my head, fascinated by the way his nose and lips felt against my skin as I did it.
“We should...”he started.Beginning to move, to shift atop me.
Hurriedly, I reached back.Lacing my fingers through the sweaty tangle of his hair.“Just...just a minute more, okay?”
I’d never really felt the afterglow before.Or, at least, never paused to savor it.I’d had good sex - great sex, borderline-acrobatic sex - with guys, but the mental shutters always came down fast.Still polite, often still affectionate, but everyone knew it was a ticking clock.Meet up, get off, get out.
It wasn’t even like I’d wanted different.They’d been hot - or hot enough - but I was under no misapprehension that each encounter had been anything other than physical.Two people wanting release, and part of that release was knowing you didn’t have to stick around afterwards.
Which made the tiny kernel of worry deep in my chest all the more unnerving.The one which was afraid that Flynn would roll off me, and say something trite about how it’d been fun, and expect us to fall into those usual, post-hookup grooves.
“So, you’re a cuddler,” he mused, softly.
“Shut up,” I scolded, before he could laugh at me, too.
I felt his chuckle more than I heard it.His chest slipping against my back, as Flynn stretched languidly.
“I hate to say it, but I need to pee,” he added.
The grunt of annoyance came out before I could stop it.“Way to ruin a moment, asshole.”
He carefully peeled himself off me, laying on his side as I rolled, gingerly, out of the wet patch I’d created.
“What?”I demanded, realizing he was showing no signs of getting up.
“So we were having ‘a moment’ just then?”
I could feel my face reddening.“Go use the bathroom, idiot.”
Flynn stared at me, long enough that I had to glance away.Then - just as I was about to repeat my instruction, with a little more ire attached - he leaned in to quickly land a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re cute.”
I goggled at his naked back, lost for words, as he sauntered into the bathroom and nudged the door closed with his foot.
