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Maddox stripped quickly out of his clothes, and I followed close behind. As if we couldn’t get naked fast enough. This had been building for years. I’d thought it would happen three years ago. But I couldn’t deny that this felt like the right time. Like all those other moments had been building up to this.
His lips were on mine again. His hands ran down my sides. Our bodies pressed tight together.
“I should get a condom,” he groaned.
“I’m on birth control.”
“Good,” he said and then fished in his side table.
I tugged the condom out of his hand, ripped it open, and slid it down the length of him. His eyes tracked me the whole time. No words needed to be said. We both wanted this. We’d both wanted it for a long time.
As he laid me out on the bed before him, bringing my leg up to his hip, everything slowed. The shape of his beautiful lips. The tilt of one side as he looked down at me admiringly. The intensity in his gaze that said everything neither of us had ever uttered.
I reached a hand up to his cheek and drew his lips to mine. “Please,” I murmured against them. “Please, Maddox, I’m yours.”
He tilted his forehead against mine as he slid inside of me. We both gasped in our mingled breath. Then, he was seated fully in my pussy, and everything that had tightened in my core loosened.
“Oh,” I whispered on a sigh. “Yes.”
“Yes,” he repeated.
He slid his arms around my back, and I tugged him closer, closer, closer. Until not a millimeter of space was left. And then we moved. A build that started as a slow pace until it turned feverish. Still, we held tight to one another. I’d never had sex like this. Never felt like I was going to be thrown loose in the abyss if I let him go. But it was more passionate and irrevocable than any other moment in my entire life. This was eternity. Irreversible, binding, and utterly final.
We released together. My orgasm triggering his in a cascade that fell like a tidal wave, crashing into the distance.
We lay, panting in the dark of his bedroom. I didn’t know what had just happened. It felt like a religious experience. Like I’d found god as I hit the stars on that final note. And I wanted it over and over again.
“Well,” Maddox whispered, rolling off of me and onto his back, “how was the date?” He smirked at me. “Do I get a second?”
I tapped my lip contemplatively. “Is it really fair when you know everything about me?”
“I wasn’t here to play fair,” he said, pulling me against him again. “I was here to win.”
“I like this side of you.”
“I like every side of you.” Then, he flipped me onto my stomach. “Though I am particularly fond of this side.”
I laughed but already felt heat building in my core again. I shifted my ass backward toward him. “Perhaps you need a better view.”
He smacked my ass with a laugh. “Devious.”
“You like it.”
He drew my lips to his again. “I do. And I’m taking that second date.”
“I was thinking round two.”
“You’ve convinced me,” he said with another smirk.
We lost the entire night, and it was glorious.
14
SCAD
SEPTEMBER 29, 2010
“Happy birthday to Josie! Happy birthday to you!” the party sang as an elaborate blue-and-gold cake was set before me.
I sat on a chair in my apartment with all of my friends around me. Maddox stood at my side. His smile was effervescent. My roommate, Jamilla, flipped her box braids over her shoulder and gestured forward with her signature long red acrylics.
“Make a wish already, J-Squared,” she joked since we were both J first names. We’d become friends sophomore year at a party and never looked back.
I glanced around at the sea of admirers and then to Maddox. I didn’t feel like I needed this wish. I had everything I wanted right in front of me. The last two months had been the best of my life. Working all day on my senior thesis film and having sex all night with Maddox. The weekends with our friends on Tybee Island and house parties and River Street and weekend trips to see Lila at UGA. I’d never known that I could be this happy in a relationship. That they didn’t have to be … work.
We weren’t perfect. We still got frustrated with the fact that I would always prefer a party and he’d always prefer a night in. But we’d learned to compromise. I’d shield him from the worst of parties, and he’d take me out when I started getting too jittery, being in one place. He also never minded that I spent time in the gym or went out with my girlfriends or had spa days with Jamilla. Then, he could just be in peace. I always had to be going, but he enjoyed the silence. It was a work in progress, and I was enjoying every minute of it.
