Where We Left Off (Middle of Somewhere 3)

“Do you want me to tell you how he—?”

“No.” Will pulled me toward him, kissing me hard. He pulled my shirt off, getting lube all over it, then pulled off his own. When he pulled me back toward him, his kiss was desperate, his movements clumsy, his fingers sticky in my hair. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing him back down into the pillow.

Will fumbled with the lube again and then slid slick fingers inside me, his breath catching. I ground against him and held on tight. When I was panting into his mouth and he was hard beneath me, I knelt up.

“The way he—”

“Stop. Please,” Will said, squeezing his eyes closed.

“Okay,” I said, kissing him softly on the mouth.

Will propped himself up against pillows and rolled on the condom, then pulled me into his lap. I braced myself on his shoulders, fingers just touching his neck so I could feel his pulse. I sank down on him slowly, opening to him as he slid inside. I bit my lip, forcing myself to breathe through the strangeness of penetration, waiting for the inevitable shift from invasion to heat.

His hands came to my hips, and his stomach muscles flexed with the effort of keeping still. We looked at each other and moved at the same moment, our mouths meeting desperately as our hands tangled together between us.

I started to move my hips in circles slowly, the feel of him inside me turning to sparks of pleasure as my body adjusted.

“Oh fuck,” he said, kissing me again, then putting his feet flat on the floor so I could brace against them. I lifted myself up and slid down, building the rhythm between us, watching the flush spread from Will’s face down his throat to feather across his pale chest as his breathing grew ragged. He was watching me intently, his eyes endlessly blue. I rose and fell, then rested my weight down, pressing him deeply inside of me, feeling so full and so light at the same time.

“Touch me?” I said, and Will sat up, grabbing hold of my straining cock and kissing me at the same time, my legs sprawled on either side of his hips, his arms around me, his mouth on mine, and his dick inside me the only things keeping me from falling.

I was sweating, getting tired. I allowed the distant thought that I really needed to add more bridge pose to my yoga practice in case we were going to make this position a regular part of our repertoire, but I let it go when Will swore, frustrated, and dropped back on his forearms, pulsing his hips up, fucking me from below as I moved on him from above.

Heat collected at the base of my spine and each clench of my stomach muscles drew my orgasm closer, my whole body clenching up. As I lost the rhythm hopelessly, Will groaned, grabbed me, and flipped us. His expression was desperate, his focus intense. I landed on my back, and he pulled me toward him by my shoulders, thrusting into me and burying his face in my neck. I spread my legs wide and rolled my hips back, giving him more room, and we rocked together, every movement flooding me with heat.

Will touched my cock and I moaned, pulling him to me and lifting my chin to beg for a kiss. He jerked me off as we kissed, and pleasure seized me, all heat and tension and then a release like a supernova. I exploded between us, dragging Will down on top of me and holding him inside me as the orgasm took me over.

Will was flushed, his teeth gritted and the tendons in his neck standing out with his efforts. I squeezed my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. He circled his hips and let out a whimper, and I kissed him, biting his full lips. He looked like an angel of vengeance, all blond hair and burning blue eyes. He pulled back once more, thrust hard and came, his mouth open on a silent scream, eyes closed, hair dark with sweat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, collapsing next to me, chin on my shoulder. He licked a line up my throat, and I shivered, then he kissed salt back to me. We cradled each other’s faces as we kissed. Then, exhausted, we just lay there, looking at each other.

I didn’t ask and he didn’t offer. We just pulled the covers up over us, foreheads nearly touching, sharing each other’s breath, and went to sleep.

I WOKE, warm and comfortable, my back pressed to Will’s front and his arms around me. My whole body said Yay! at being snuggled up with Will and my mind said… well, mushy things about the way Will had opened up to me since I got here.