“Oh, Beck, you’re gonna make me come.”
Neither of us could get any more words out. Our bodies let loose, our orgasms ripping through us with the force of an earthquake strong enough to tear California from the States. I could barely see straight, the orgasm lasting longer than any other, my entire body convulsing as I continued to shoot.
Oliver looked up at me, drenched in come, some of it dripping off his chin, more dripping from his eyebrow. He laughed, breaking down into a red-cheeked fit.
I followed suit. I laughed, too, leaning down and kissing him through chuckles, licking up some of my mess, feeling him grow soft inside me.
We laughed and we kissed and we took our time before getting in the shower. We enjoyed each other in our flushed and brain-fogged states. It felt pure. It felt right.
“I love you, Olly.” I looked into those glowing blue eyes of his, feeling a connection unlike any other. “Bloody fuckin’ hell, Olly. I really love you.”
“I really love you, too.”
I believed his every word. It felt like a true blessing, to have someone I could unconditionally believe. To have someone who I could trust with my entire being. That was Oliver, and I would never let him go.
“You’re a special one,” I said, the glow of our love shining through me. “My only one.”
I kissed my soul mate then, excited to see what the future had planned for us now that the past wouldn’t come to haunt us any longer.
“Deadass?” Oliver asked with a cheeky grin.
“Deadass,” I repeated, both of us laughing as we got up from the couch and went to the shower, Oliver playfully slapping my ass along the way.
THE END.