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Like a siren blaring outHe is going to fuck you now, he is going to fuck you now, just like that he’s going to fuck you. And he was. He did. The next sound she heard was the snap of a condom, and then it was just that long, slow, slide of his thick cock. First over and through her slick folds, stroking and teasing and waiting until she was practically pushing back against him.
And then, and then.
Oh then.
He just sank into her, all good and easy. Like on the bed, only even better somehow, here. Because there it had made sense that it had been so smooth and delicious. But here there had been nothing before it. And no time to relax and lie back. This was much more frantic and feverish, to the point where it almost felt rough. His fingers were digging into her hips; the counter was pressing into her.
Yet it sent her, all the same.
It made her gasp his name.
And she couldn’t help being that way back.
She moved a hand to his hair before she’d even thought about it, and she knew she was pulling just a little bit. That she had a fistful of those curls and was squeezing too tightly. And when he went just a little too slowly for her, she couldn’t help it. She pushed back against him, hard hard hard. She fucked herself on him, until all she could feel was this pleasure, this mindless near brutal pleasure.
Of the sort he seemed to be enjoying, too.
“Oh yeah, go on, go on, get what you need,” he groaned, the second he felt what she was doing. So she did. She went faster, and harder, as if all that mattered was getting off. There was nothing more to this, nothing at all—just fucking each other and feeling good and being as filthy as humanly possible.
I don’t want anything else, she told herself as her pleasure crested.
Then he spoke against the side of her face.
“Tell me you love it,” he said.
And she went to do it.
The words were there, rising through her alongside the heated bloom of her orgasm. Then they hit her lips, and somehow, they weren’t the same. They started out right, with theIand thelove. But after that she somehow couldn’t finish. She couldn’t end the sentence. And oh god, she knew why.
Because she didn’t want to sayit.
She wanted to sayyou.
And so urgently that she almost didn’t manage to stop herself in time.
The starting letter was actually on her lips. She felt them circle around it, ready to push it out. She had to jam her fist into her mouth to keep the word in, and even then she didn’t feel safe. She couldn’t feel safe, because that sentence was now racing around inside her head. Over and over, like a litany.
Like a taunt.
I love you.
I love you, Alfie.
And after that, she knew she wasn’t just drowning.
She was already underwater, and far, far beyond being saved.
Text Messages, April 10, 2022
Connie 12:32 p.m.
Hey babe, is everything okay? I know we were joking around the other day but you seemed off. I dunno, maybe I’m just being mad. Just wanted you to know you can tell us if it’s not all hearts and flowers.
Twenty-SixWhen You Smile All the Time, Confessing You Can’t Goes Like This
She told herself that it had just been a mistake.
And that made sense when she thought about it. They’d been in the middle of a very heated, passionate, pleasurable thing. It was only natural that this had kicked up a lot of feelings. But especially for someone like her, with so little experience of this kind of intensity between two people. She was used to things like going on a date that ended with the person disappearing in the middle. Or maybe they made it to the bedroom with her, but then everything was so tepid and boring to her it barely felt like fucking at all.
