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“Are you worried?” she asks, her palm coming to rest above my heart, which beats slow and steady.
“No. Just…focused. The future isn’t pushing on me the way it does sometimes. I guess it feels like it will take care of itself.”
“Or it’s already taken care of itself,” she says. “You know Einstein said the separation between the past, present, and future is an illusion. Although a very convincing one.”
I think on that for a moment, staring up at the night sky, seeing the light that left those stars thousands of years ago. Some of the lights twinkling in the darkness, seeming so set in their place in the sky, might be dead already. I’m not seeing what is but what was, a long, long time ago. It’s all a matter of perception.
So maybe the future is the same way.
Maybe it’s already there, written out on a page I can’t see from where I am now. Or maybe it’s waiting on what I’ll do next, the letters trembling as they prepare for the present to mold the story they will tell.
“So if the separation is an illusion and they’re all existing at once,” I ask, brow furrowing. “Does that mean that the past could be as changeable as the future?”
“That’s a nice idea,” she says, her fingers resuming their hypnotic brush back and forth across my chest. “Or a scary one, I guess. Depending on how you look at it. What if I changed the past and never met you?”
The possibility bounces off of my mind without making an impression. Maybe before I spotted Sam in the airport, it would have scared me, but now I know better than to think anything can keep us apart. “Would never happen. I’ve seen my past, present, and future. You’re in all of them. If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that.”
She leans in, kissing my cheek. “Romantic.”
“Guilty.” I turn, finding her lips in the dark and giving her a proper kiss, the kind of kiss a woman deserves on a night like tonight.
My hand drifts from her waist to her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her sports bra.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers even as she shifts, granting me better access.
“We should,” I say. “We will.”
It isn’t easy getting out of our clothes with the harnesses still in place, but we manage, hands quiet and clever because they know our future holds pleasure. Not being able to see her makes her skin feel even softer, making me hyper-aware of each dip and hollow, each lovely curve and irresistible inch of slick, wet flesh.
So sweet. She is so sweet.
I bury my tongue inside her and taste eternity. Time stands still and there is only this, only us. Only her fingers tangled in my hair and her thighs trembling on either side of my face and her breath whispering in the dark. It comes faster, deeper, and then she comes with a tiny whimper, careful not to make a sound the others can hear. But I know she’s tumbling over, I can taste it in the clean, salty rush of wetness on my tongue, feel it in the way her pussy plumps beneath my mouth, like fruit, full and heavy, ready to fall from the tree.
I move over her, kissing her with the taste of her still in my mouth, wanting her to know how sweet she is. Our tongues dance as her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in to her.
This time, there is no fumbling in the dark. My body knows where to go. It has always known because I was born to make love to this woman.
I sink into her with one long stroke, her body pulsing around my cock as I bury myself inside her heat, her love. I hold her closer and rock into her, every thrust a promise that this is unshakable, this is what she can count on when everything else is chaos and insanity.
This is past, present, and future. This is truth. This is everything.
The climb is slow, steady, spiraling higher and higher until the air feels too thin and there’s nothing to breathe but Sam. But she is enough, more than enough. We keep climbing, clinging to each other, grinding closer, deeper, until the pleasure is painful and my entire body screams with the need for release.
And then Sam lifts into me, her orgasm demanding my own, and takes the pain away and there is only pleasure so pure and perfect there is no room for anything else.
I come without a sound, not wanting to share this with anyone who might still be awake and listening.
This is only for us, for me and Sam.
“Let’s get married,” I whisper as we lie fused together, catching our breath.
“I thought you didn’t want to think about the future.” She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me inside of her.
