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I want this, I think as the heat behind my cock starts to build. I want this all the time.
I move harder and faster, giving Tamara exactly what she wants and soon her walls are contracting and clamping onto me. She’s eking the orgasm out of me, driving it much too quickly. Her adorable screams, her cries as the pleasure leaves her vulnerable and exposed, send me into an abyss of pleasure that spins my brain and consumes my body whole. It builds me up to a high point then shoves me over the edge until I’, twisting and twirling, tumbling head first into the most phenomenal feeling storm in the word.
Our cries of bliss mix in together. She calls out my name endlessly and I do the same. This moment is so perfectly intense, so wonderful bonding that I never want it to end…
But of course it does, it has to, we can’t be like that forever. Much as I’m sure we’d both love to.
We collapse onto the bed in a hot sticky mess, the pair of us completely lost in our post coital bliss, but we cling onto each other as we do. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent while our hot sticky bodies mesh close enough to become one. I can’t stop a small little chuckle from flying out of my mouth.
“You’re awesome,” I murmur quietly to her. “I’m so glad that I met you.”
She turns herself around to face me and kisses me gently on my lips, bringing on another flurry of activity inside of me. “You’re amazing too.” She rests her hand on my cheek. “And I can’t wait for our trip.”
It’s scary, but I suppose it’ll either make or break us. I really hope it’s the first one because I don’t want it to be tainted by arguments. I guess if that starts happening we’ll be forced to communicate effectively to make sure we both still enjoy ourselves. Actually, it might work out for the best. At least we’ll know if we’re right.
Tamara’s eyes flicker, I can see that she wants to shut them so I simply watch her while she drifts off into a slumber land. I’m tired too, but I can’t bear to miss a moment with her. She’s perfect to me.
16
Tamara
I try to turn my head the moment my eyes flicker open in the morning but I can’t right away. It takes me a moment to realize that Logan’s hand is fisted up possessively in my hair as he sleeps, almost as if he can’t bear to let me go. That feels nice. It’s been far too long since anyone’s claimed me and I love that it’s by him.
I slowly tease my hair away from him, trying not to wake him as I do so, and once I do I smile down at him while he sleeps. His face is so much smoother when he’s sleeping. I can see the lines created by the worries of the day are gone. He carries more stress around on his shoulders than I think even he realizes. If anyone needs to get away from real life and escape while looking at the wonders of the world, it’s him.
And now I get to go too. I can be with him seeing the world as well. He actually wants me to come with him.
I dart my eyes around his bedroom, using the time to get to know him a little better. The travel guides everywhere are obvious, I should have known that I would find that, and the giant map hanging on his wall too, but there are other things I can see about him too. His DVD collection, full of the movies we talked about before and some other ones, and a giant CD set too. He even has some old fashioned records which I like. The music that comes out of them might not be as clear quality, but there’s a real magical feel to them.
I slide out of the sheets trying not to move him at all and I pad naked around his room. I run my fingers along the pale blue wall trying to work out if he painted it to signify something about himself or if it was this color when he moved in. I can picture him with a paint brush and bucket, listening to his music as he works.
Eventually I get to his window and I stare out of it. Luckily, it only looks out onto a brick wall so it isn’t like anyone can see me, and it makes me wonder if he’s ever stood here, staring at the same sight that I’m looking at now, needing his escape more. This whole country can feel claustrophobic from time to time, especially for someone who wants to get out, without looking at a very restrictive wall. He must really hate it.
I fold my arms across my chest and cock my head to one side while my thoughts dance and dart off in their usual chaotic way. I start off with one image and eventually end up somewhere else completely, which is probably how I end up romanticizing things so much and getting carried away with myself.
Bang!
I jump around in shock as the bedroom door slams open. It’s only when I spin and I see an unfamiliar male giving me a wide eyed look of complete shock that I realize I’m still naked. I flush all over, a heat travels all the way from my toes to my face as humiliation encases me. I grab the nearest thing to me to try and cover me up. It’s a hoodie, I think, some material that belongs to Logan. I don’t care what it is as long as it covers up my most private parts. I’m so humiliated that a stranger saw me standing naked in his room like a freak. I dread to think what his opinion of me must be. Not good, that much is for sure. He’ll probably warn Logan away.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry…” I stammer while looking everywhere but at him. “I didn’t mean…”
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry.” He backs out with his hands raised in a surrendering gesture. “I didn’t think, I should have knocked first. Logan is always going mental because I walk in without asking whenever I want to borrow something.” The further away from the room he gets, the quieter his voice becomes. “I just didn’t expect to find him in his room with a girl that’s all. He doesn’t ever have girls with him…”
That actually manages to make me smile through the embarrassment. To be fair, Logan doesn’t seem much like the womanizing type, but it’s nice to have it confirmed. If he doesn’t bring girls back to his room but he has me then I truly must be special. He must actually want me to come along with him for sure.
“Oh, God…” The voice continues. “There are clothes all over the floor, I really should have guessed.”
I don’t know how Logan is sleeping through all of this. He must be the deepest sleeper in the world!
“You’re actually making this worse now,” I call out to try and end it. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
“Yep, so
unds good to me. I’m going to head into my room now if you want to grab a shower.”
The idea of washing this moment off of me is like music to my ears so once I hear the bedroom door click behind the stranger I run like the wind. God, I’m so not used to this sort of thing. That proves how long it’s been!
I bring the shower to life, balking at the lack of supplies in this bathroom as I do. I know it’s only guys who live here but where are the varieties of shampoos and shower gels? Never mind the lotions. It’s maddening. Still, I don’t have any other option, so I get on with what I have and I jump under the steaming hot jets of water. While I wash, I try to work out how I’m going to spin naked meeting that guy, the guy who is probably Logan’s roommate, into a positive. I don’t want it to be awkward forever more, I want to get on with him.
