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It wasn’t long, though, before the clapping sound of our bodies filled the room, my thrusts growing more intense, my growls mixing with his.
The swing started doing the work for me, pulling Sam off me and pushing him right back on. I just stood there, watching my cock disappear and reappear. My nuts tightened, my precipice rising up to meet me with every rock of the swing.
“Oh Rocky, that’s hitting it, God, that feels so good. Oh fuck. Fuck.”
“I can feel your body pulling me in. Jesus, Sam. I’m about to blow.”
“Me too, Rocky. Keep going. Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come again. Oh fu—!”
One last thrust, deep into Sam, and we both blew, Sam’s come making loud splats on the hardwood floor and mine filling up the condom, still buried inside Sam’s tight ass.
Endorphins flooded me. Oxytocin floated through me. I saw a field of stars, even as I helped Sam out of the straps and back onto his shaky feet, his cock slowly softening, drips of come still falling down onto the floor.
He looked a blissed-out as I felt. I pulled him onto me, both our faces cracking into wide smiles as we kissed, holding each other, his hands making soft trails across my back, like starry constellations lighting up the night sky, I could almost trace back the airy symbols he was drawing, that’s how sensitive my body felt in that moment.
“That was… wow. Just, wow,” Sam said, looking up at me. “I never thought I’d lose my virginity on a sex swing.”
“How was it?”
“Wow. Literally all I can say right now. Wow. Like, I feel like my birth certificate now just says ‘wow’ on it. Name: Wow. Doctor: Wow. Parents: Wow.”
We both cracked up. I kissed him some more, holding him and feeling his heart beat against mine. Our sweaty chests rose and fell, his head coming into the crook of my shoulder.
“All right,” I said, “before we fall asleep standing, let’s go shower.”
“Sleep?” Sam said as we separated. “Oh, that’s funny. Sleep. As if that’s happening tonight.”
* * *
Some water still beaded around my collarbone. I felt a few drops slide over and down across my chest. We both smelled like fresh lavender and vanilla as we lounged naked in my backyard, resting on a large outdoor couch. The night had been too nice to spend it all inside. After our shower (and another fuck, seeing as how Sam had officially turned into a hungry bottom), I popped us a bottle of champagne and got us set up outside, underneath the star-dotted ink-black sky.
Happiness swelled inside me. It hit me from out of nowhere, a powerful sensation that practically pushed the air from my lungs.
Sam moved his foot so that it crossed mine. He threw an arm over my chest and rested his head on me. I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was beating for him.
“Tonight’s been… wow.” Sam must have still been at a loss for words. I laughed.
“So you enjoyed your time on the swing?”
“Enjoyed? I almost died. I seriously thought that orgasm was going to kill me. The second one. How embarrassing would that have been?”
He chuckled, making me laugh along with him.
“Death by sex swing,” he continued through the chuckles. “Imagine what my gravestone would look like.”
More laughter. It felt so easy with Sam. Just the two of us, skin to the wind, hearts to the sky. This was never in the plans for me. Never. I thought I had buried this piece of me, the piece that could feel. I thought I’d left it rotting six feet under the cold, hard dirt.
But that part of me never died. I was foolish to think so.
“You know,” Sam said, his long eyelashes tickling my chest as he blinked, “I’ve never done this with anyone, sex swing aside, I’ve never been this intimate with anyone. And… I thought I’d be scared of it. Honestly. I thought I’d hate this kind of stuff.”
“Do you? Hate it?”
“Not in the slightest.”
I nod, surprised at how good it felt to hear that. “I thought I would hate it, too.” It was a moment of pure honesty. A crusted scab sitting over the wounds of my past sloughed right off.
“But you’ve been with other people, right?”
“I have.” The world underneath me began to feel more distant. As if we were starting to float, slowly but surely, above the soft blanket I had laid underneath us. “It’s the intimate part I was worried about. Sex was… well, it turned into its own thing for me. I separated intimacy from what my body wanted. I didn’t realize they were one and the same. Not until now.”
“Why did you separate them?”
The question was a simple one, but damn was the answer a tangled fucking mess.
“I lost a lot.” It became very difficult to find the next words. My brain scrambled to form a cohesive sentence. “Things happened. I, um, I felt safer. Keeping my emotions stifled. It made sense to me.”
