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Fuck.
I’ve never fucked without a rubber. I didn’t know it feels this… fuck… this amazing.
"Elijah," she whispers, and I slap her ass cheek, making her groan in pain but the way her pussy squeezes me I know she liked it. So I repeat again and move in and out of her slowly just to feel her on my cock. It's magical.
I wrap my arms around her middle and press her body against mine even closer as I pick up my pace. She meets me thrust for thrust, and we're both panting mess with our need for each other.
“Did you lock the door?” I ask even though I know she didn’t.
She stills in my arms, her nails dig into my forearms with panic as she shakes her head.
“Oh, bad girl…” I tease as I keep pushing into her. “Anyone can walk in on us. See me inside you. Anyone can see how you look while you come,” I whisper to her ear, biting her earlobe.
She whimpers and pushes her ass to my groin even harder.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt as my moves get rougher.
“You like the risk of getting caught.”
Thrust.
“You like them knowing who you’re fucking.”
Thrust.
I wrap her hair around my fist and pull. With my arm wrapped around her chest, I press her back to my chest, pushing into her even harder. She claws at my arms, reaches back to grab and pull my hair. Turning her head, I capture her lips with a rough kiss.
When our lips separate, I hold her hips and keep our bodies flush as both of us are so close to release.
"You want them to know who you belong to," I growl and grit my teeth when her walls wrap me like a fist as her orgasm shakes her body.
And after two more thrusts, I come inside her with her name a mantra on my lips.
23
Elijah
Inside my truck in the school parking lot, I look at the paper in my hand. Reading and re-reading it. In my situation -no job, no money, and no certainty about the future- this should’ve been a hard decision, but it’s not.
I’ve been thinking about this since I realize Eva is the one for me. We shared so many things. Countless orgasms. The immeasurable bliss we gave each other with our touch and hold. Every high and blissful satisfaction we found only in each other’s arms. The endless breaths we chanted each other’s name like a prayer.
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84 days since our first dance, the first time I had her in my arms, the first time my body realized how perfect we were together.
75 visits to the Westside. Where we were just two lovers, who enjoy small things in life. Where we kissed and hugged without worrying about prying eyes. Where we were free to dream of a life without rules and separation. It was our little world away from whispers and judgment.
32 pasta dinners. The pure joy of life feeding more than our hunger for food. Every shared smile, every exchanged word were like another knot to strengthen the bond we had.
28 morning swims. The trust she gave me as she fought with the pain and fear each day. The small wins at every time she managed to stay above the water. Every excitement and happiness when she could do a short lap in the pool, I knew she planted herself more into me.
15 books read. The common interest that came to us so easily so naturally while most of the couples in this world try to find a way to create a connection. Every time she fell asleep on my chest as I read to her made me imagine a lifetime doing this exact thing with her.
9 ripped articles of clothing. The undying hunger and passion we had for each other. To connect, to be one. Our need was too great to be stopped by some offensive fabric.
7 fantasies brought to life. 7 times when our reality was much better than any dream could be.
3 words left unsaid, even though we both felt it every day without even vocalizing them.
