Page 70 of Two’s Better

“God-fucking-damn, Ofure.” Our lips met in a harsh tangle of lips and teeth. He grabbed my waist when I began to move, taking control of the way I was rolling my hips, manipulating my body exactly how he wanted it.

My pussy spasmed around his shaft, while I made low, whimpering noises into his mouth. Eventually, the pace seemed to be too slow for him, because he abruptly broke the kiss and fell back onto the mattress.

He held my hips tight, keeping me still, then dug his heels into the floor and began pumping up into me so hard I had to brace my hands on the bed bracketing his shoulders, practically biting my lower lip bloody to keep from screaming.

“Your fucking pussy, Ofure, Jesus fuck.” He rutted hard into me until he came with a strangled shout, his expression twisted with agonised pleasure. The sight of it made my pussy clench, and I had the shortest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life—it literally seemed to last for two or three seconds, tops, yet felt like multiple orgasms rolled onto one.

My inner walls were still quaking when I fell onto his chest, gasping because of how hard I’d held my breath as I’d ridden through that mini-orgasm. He was panting just as harshly beneath me, his chest heaving, both of us sweaty.

The feel of his dick eventually beginning to soften inside me was strange but not unpleasant. He tried to push me off him, but I made a low, disgruntled noise.

He laughed softly. “Ofure,” he said pointedly, his voice still a little breathless. “I need to get rid of the condom.”

I sighed like he was bothering me, sitting up and reaching between our bodies, furrowing my eyebrows in concentration as I grabbed the base of the condom before lifting off him. My pussy missed the fullness immediately.

“Stay there,” I whispered, sliding my still slightly shaky thighs off his hips and standing to get rid of the condom with a wrinkled nose.

I grabbed my pack of wet wipes from the same drawer he’d gotten the pack, then came over to the bed to wipe him clean. His eyes were dark and filled with an emotion that had me looking away, my pulse skittering.

I gave myself a cursory wipe afterward, then climbed back on top of him, letting out a long, delicious exhale that literally made me feel like my bones were melting. He exhaled right after me, his body loosening, too.

I pushed up a little, leaning on my left elbow. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” I asked playfully, at the same time that he whispered, “I love you.”

My heart, my lungs—my entire body seemed to stop working. Despite my overwhelm, I couldn’t look away from his burning gaze.

“I love you,” he repeated, while I was still struggling to bring my systems back online. “I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, too,” I blurted, sucking in desperate lungfulls. “I’m in love with you, too.” I decided to take a leap of faith. “And I want you to be my boyfriend. In case that wasn’t clear.”

He laughed softly, his expression terribly fond. “In case it wasn’t clear, I’m already yours.”

I dropped down to kiss him, long and hard until we had to stop to breathe, resting our foreheads together. Our eyes fluttered open at the same time. I felt like I was simultaneously careening down a hill at full speed while shooting straight into the sky like a rocket.

“I had a whole cheesy thing planned, you know,” he whispered. “To ask you to be mine, I mean.”

“Okay?” I said, making the word deliberately incredulous. “Am I stopping you?”

He laughed breathlessly. “We’ll have to go to mine.”

“And?”

He laughed again. “All right, I’ve heard.”

I giggled, letting out a small squeal when he grabbed my ass, holding me tight as he sat up, then stood from the bed.

“I still want us to shower together, though,” I said, still giggling, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

He smiled, soft and sweet. “Your wish is my command.”

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I pressed a fist against my lips to keep my laughter at bay. Ofure and I stood naked inside the locked bathroom, both of us staring down at the bath.

My girlfriend—holy fucking shit, did it feel fucking transcendent to say that—placed her hands on her hips, her lips pursing.

“So. I may not have thought this through.”

My laugh finally burst out of me. Yeah, we might be able to fit into the bath itself, but there was no way we were both going to comfortably share that tiny ass shower head. The spray didn’t even look like it was enough to cover her alone.