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My world dissolves into a white-hot endless universe of us—his arms around me, his mouth on mine, trembling, my tears mingling with his, our shouts mingling, our breath coming in tandem ragged gasps. I feel the first twitch of orgasm from him, and I crush him deeper and he gives a full-body spasm as his climax explodes out of him. Cum floods me, hot and wet and thick, filling me, and he's coming and coming and coming—my pussy spasms and quakes and clenches, keeping him inside me as he regains the ability to move and resumes fucking me into blissed-out oblivion.

We move together until neither of us has anything left, and then I collapse forward onto him, gasping as raggedly as if I'd just competed in a 100m dash.

For a long time, he just holds me, panting, his arms iron bands around my middle. "My god," he gasps.

"I know."

He shakes his head. “No, Story. My god!”

I giggle. “Killy, I know."

His hands explore my body, then, in slow, hungry circuits, travel from shoulders to ass and back around. "My fucking god, Story. I feel like saying I love you isn't enough after that."

“Mmmm."

He laughs. "You good?"

I shake my head. "You ruined me."

"You told me to."

I reach up and pat his face blindly. "Yep. And you really, really did."

"So…you good?" I get the sense he's actually asking.

I lift on my elbows and squish his cheeks between my palms. "I have never been and could not possibly be any better than I am in this moment."

He relaxes. "Good." He tenses again. "I didn't hurt you?"

I giggle again. "God, no!”

"Thank god." I feel him relax again. "My eyes won't stay open."

I snuggle into him. "So let them close. I'm not crushing you?"

“God, no,” he echoes. “You’re perfect right there.”

"Then just hold me. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything."

"Gotta clean you up." he tries and fails to rise.

I shake my head. "No. Let's just be messy. I don't care. I'm not moving."

He groans in relief. “Oh, thank god. I’m not sure I can move either.”

With him still inside me, his cum leaking out of me, his arms around me, his hands softly caressing my curves, I fall asleep on the man I love.

23

Forever And A Day, Please

I wake up to darkness, to starshine silvering the sand beyond the door, to the warm weight of Story's perfect body passed out on mine. Her cheek is on my sternum, her breath huffing out softly and pulling in with a tiny, almost undetectably little snore—that snore, for some reason, fills me with such heart-cracking love that my eyes burn.

I've loved this woman since I was a kid.

Through every phase of my life, I've loved her.

I gave up on ever having it returned, and now here we are.