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“I think I’m going to…” I stop, because completion is hanging there just out of my reach. It’s there, and I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones, in my muscles, in my skin, and in my heart. I can feel it all over. My legs tremble. Then I come apart. I hold him against me, only then realizing that my hands are wrapped tightly in his hair, and that I’ve been pushing his face against me. “Sorry,” I whisper, as I loosen my hands.
“Don’t be,” he replies.
He washes his face under the spray of water, and then reaches out of the shower and grabs a towel, and he dries us both off really quickly. He hitches me into his arms like I weigh nothing and wraps my legs around his waist. I can feel him pressing against me right there. “Do you have those condoms?” I ask him.
He gently lays me on the bed, reaches into the pants he took off and retrieves a condom from his wallet. “Put it on me,” he says. His hands shake a little as he holds the condom out toward me.
I take it, open it, then roll it down over him. After a moment of my fumbling, he shoves my hands away, lifts me higher on the bed, and climbs on top of me, his hips settling between mine. He pushes at my entrance, but he doesn’t slip inside. “This might go really fast,” he tells me.
My legs are still weak as water from what happened in the shower. “I don’t care.” I let my legs fall open wider, and he pushes inside me slowly, ever so slowly taking up all the space inside me. He’s inside my body, but he’s also inside my heart. He’s filling me up, and I have never felt so good. When he’s all the wa
y in, he stops, closes his eyes, and stays still.
“You okay?” I ask. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah.” But he still doesn’t move. “Just a minute.”
“Sure.” But I give him a squeeze with my most intimate muscles.
He chuckles and sits up a little so he can look down at me, at us, where we’re joined. His eyes roam from the top of my head to the place where we’re one, and then they come back up. “I am pretty sure I love you.”
I laugh. “Tell me that when you’re not inside me.”
He stares directly into my eyes. “I plan to.”
“I plan to reply,” I warn him.
“God, I hope you do.” Then he pushes inside me in one swift movement. He puts his weight on me, the only motion that of his hips as he pulls all the way in and out, quickly then slowly, quick then slow. He holds my hands and stares into my eyes. “Are you feeling like testifying yet?” he asks with a grin.
“Not so much,” I reply, grinning back, just to see what he’ll do.
He sits up and lifts one leg, putting his weight on the back of my thigh. “How about now?” he asks as he pushes hard and fast inside me.
“Better,” I say breathlessly. He pushes my other leg forward so that my feet are next to my head and puts his weight on me. “Oh, Jesus,” I cry, as I suddenly feel pressure and fullness the likes of which I have never felt before.
“There we go,” he says. He watches my face, looking for signs that I’m ready. He’s as hard as steel inside me, and a bead of sweat runs down his temple onto his chin.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” I say. “I already came.”
Suddenly, he flips me over and pushes my legs apart, lifts my hips and slides inside. “Oh, there,” I say. I freeze. “Right there.” I bury my face in the pillow and cry out, “Don’t stop.”
His upper body covers me, holding me still and steady as he pounds into me. His hands rest on mine, our fingers entwined. His forearms quiver ever so slightly.
“I can feel it,” he says. “I can feel you.”
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Not yet.”
“I won’t.” He pumps inside me and when I finally come, I feel like my heart breaks and then comes back together. He grunts and pushes inside me, and I realize he’s coming too. I squeeze his hands as he goes soft on top of me, his weight pushing me into the mattress. But I don’t want him to move and I don’t want him to change anything.
He kisses my shoulder, and then trails tiny kisses up the back of my neck, and I feel his dick flinch inside me, and then he slides out. He kisses my shoulder again. “Be right back,” he says.
He goes to the bathroom, I suspect to take care of the condom. I don’t move. I can’t move. I lie there spread-eagled across the bed, completely unashamed and completely spent.
He lies down next to me, then turns his head so that he’s looking at me while lying on his back. He grins. “Did you see Jesus?” He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear.
“And the Virgin Mary and a few disciples,” I say with a laugh. “I always thought two people in a bed was enough, but now I’m not so sure. We might have to invite them to come and play every now and then.”
He arches a brow at me. “Every now and then?” He laughs so hard that his chest rocks. “Give me ten minutes. We’ll invite them all for tea.”
