She’s moving her hips in perfect unison, arching into every thrust as we fall into a proper rhythm, the pleasure steaming from her throat in this rising song that burns my ears.
I love that she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Love that we’re sharing this swift descent into madness together—wherever the hell it leads.
I’d also love this to last for a thousand hours—forever—but that’s not how it works when you’re finally mounting the girl you always swore you never would at dusk in the back of a pickup.
She’s too close. I’m too far gone.
Her speed increases, and so does the way her slick heat envelops me, fast and furious.
I drive on, leading her till she gasps, murmuring my name over and over like I’m the newly appointed king of her world.
Better show her that I am.
Deeper, deeper.
I conquer her depths and hold it there as her climax short-circuits her.
“Weston!”
Fuck, do I love hearing my name at a soaring octave.
Body arched, head thrown back, her bright-green eyes closed, I push her to a screaming finish that’s only muffled by her teeth in my shoulder.
It’s the smile on her face that takes me apart, shredding what little control I have left.
Fuck!
Two quick thrusts and I’m airborne.
Wheels up, bye-bye better senses, dropped headfirst into the best and worst climax of my life.
My spine feels like a blown wire as pleasure scalds my brain and stars fill my vision.
Not good.
Not good at all even when it’s the best thing in my life.
Not fucking good because I don’t know where this leads after we’re flat on our backs, spent, and mashing our skin together like we’re goddamn magnetic.
I don’t know what happens if I make good on my promise to make this a regular sin—and how much that could hurt us when it finally, inevitably ends.
* * *
She’s murmuring, stroking my brow, and we’re still flat on our backs well after sunset.
I’m sure my balls have lost a year’s worth of their payload in one evening.
We’re soaking in the glory of it when I grab ahold of her, hugging her tight as the aftermath of what we’ve done four times consumes me body, mind, and soul.
I’ve lost track of how long it’s been since either of us said a complete word as she nuzzles my neck and kisses me.
“No words. If you offered me ten million bucks I couldn’t describe that,” she whispers, dragging her nails gently down my chest.
“You can’t describe it,” I agree, waiting for the curious tilt of her head. “It’s something you experience, Shel. And I’m hoping we experience that a few thousand more times.”
Laughing, she lifts her head, looking at me with lidded eyes.