Page 69 of Feel It in the Air

Fuuuuuck…

I’m not far from her. It wouldn’t take much. A quick realignment. A simple thrust. We’d be right there. Ready to go.

Only one thing missing.

“We need⁠—”

“No.”

No?!

I stop, that very heavy word hanging in the air like a dense fog. No? No…what?

“I mean…” Her words are breathless, rushed. “We don’t need…unless you want…”

Margeaux’s chest heaves, the emotion in her eyes deep and meaningful. My soul perks up, coming to life, hearing everything she’s saying and everything she’s not. All that her words are telling me. All that’s being said, even when left unspoken.

We’ve already had the safe-sex conversation. After Savannah, we both confessed to being tested recently—even though neither of us had been active—and she showed off her birth control. As if I wasn’t going to take her word. We’d both agreed that if we ever felt that we were at the point that we wanted to go without, we’d say so. Until then, it would be our default standard.

I run my thumb along her cheek, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. I want her to know I share the sentiment. That I’m in this with her. And more. That whatever she wants, it’s hers. I don’t care if anyone thinks it’s too fast. I’m all in.

“Your call, baby.”

She answers me with a kiss. And it’s the only answer I’ll ever need.

Lining us up, I grab hold of her hips and position myself at her entrance. I keep her there for a moment, savoring it. Margeaux whimpers, ready for more, so I give her what she wants, lowering her the rest of the way.

Margeaux gasps, her pussy squeezing my dick, and I pause, relishing the moment. The feel of her. The rightness of it all. Because with the two of us like this, all is right with the world. Nothing else exists. Not time, not work, not the world. It all falls away. There is only her and me. Us.

And then she moves.

I hiss, trying to hold back as my body heats up. Every one of my nerve endings is standing at attention, every synapse ready to fire at will. But more than that—more than the sheer physical bliss coursing through my body—is the other part. The part I can’t name.

The air crackles around us, time slowing even more. I pull Margeaux in for a kiss, letting our bodies do the talking. We’re a mess of limbs and movement as we find our rhythm, a tune and melody only we know. One only we can play.

“Gus…”

My name is like a prayer, a plea sent out into the night, seeking something that only I can deliver. Her voice is raspy, sending a chill through me, making me want to give her the whole world on a silver platter.

“I’m here, baby.”

She drags her nails down my pecs, and we lock eyes. “I’m close.”

“We can fix that…”

I slide down, angling my hips to thrust upward into her. Margeaux shouts, my movement catching her off guard, those same nails that had been lightly scratching my skin a moment ago now digging in.

“Together!” she demands.

Together…

“You want to feel me come inside you…while you’re coming on my cock…is that what you’re saying?” I ask, thrusting into her hard.

“Yes!” she screams. “Fuck, please…”

I pick up the pace, bucking furiously underneath her now. Margeaux takes it—all of it—her nails still drilling into my flesh, the pain a turn-on I didn’t know I had. I smack her ass, causing her to lunge forward and bury her head in my shoulder. Her pussy starts to spasm around my cock, and I can feel my orgasm start to build.

But it’s not enough.