Then Allison’s thighs clench around me.
“Move!” she pants.
Her hips jerk up and a wave of heat rushes through me. I pull out slowly and then slam back into her, her eyes rolling back up as her hands clench on my shoulders, holding onto me for dear life. I clutch her hips, helping her to roll her hips up as I thrust down, sweat dripping from our bodies.
Allison’s hair is a tangled mess around her head. I didn’t tell her how it had gone frizzy after even such a short time in the helmet, amused and endeared by the sight, and now it’s even messier, splayed out around her head. I reach up with one hand and twirl a lock of her hair around my finger before burying my hand in it, clutching at it and tugging light at the strands with each thrust, anchoring myself in the real world before I get swept away on the tides of passion that are threatening to drag me under.
“More,” Allison moans, her head thrashing, her body trembling. “God, Kyle, I can feel you, every bit of you…!”
“Fuck, Allison,” I groan, panting harshly as I struggle to catch my breath. “You’re so tight around me. It feels so good.”
The words fall from my lips, but I’m so far gone that I’m barely aware that I’m saying the thoughts that are going through my mind. This feels amazing, and I’m so close. My thrusts speed up, angling in a different direction, trying to drag Allison under the tide with me. Her nails are sharp and they scratch into my skin, but I don’t have the presence of mind to care if she’s made me bleed. It’s all just another sensation.
Then Allison cries out and shudders, clenching tightly around me. It’s so overwhelming, and I thrust once, twice more before I bury myself deeply in her and come as well, trembling as the orgasm hits me and drags every bit of pleasure out of me.
Then the world goes silent, the roaring in my ears disappearing. I’m breathing hard, my heart thundering in my chest, and I can see Allison’s chest heaving as she lays on the bed, staring up at me, still buried inside her.
Finally, I step away, slipping out of her, and she sits up, her hands on my shoulders as she pulls herself toward me. She smiles and angles her head up. Knowing what she wants, I dip my head down and meet her lips.
We kiss slowly. It’s deep and intimate, not rushed and hungry like before, and our tongues slowly touch each other, curling around each other as I explore her mouth and she investigates mine. There’s no passion in this case. Just quiet contentment as we feel one another and come down off the high that we had reached, our bodies slowly calming.
Fuck, I love this woman.
The thought passes almost without notice. I watch it cross my mind and then mentally shrug. I can explore that possibility later. It explains a lot, I realize, and probably explains Ethan’s odd attitude yesterday. Maybe he realized it too.
Perhaps it’s too soon. Maybe it isn’t really love. But I think part of me fell in love with her on Wednesday night, when her brilliantly blue eyes met mine and she begged me, without words, for help. She became everything to me very quickly – maybe too quickly – and I can’t bear the idea of being without her anymore. My life without he
r in it would feel very empty.
But I keep these thoughts to myself. I’m not ready to acknowledge them just yet. I don’t think Allison is ready for me to voice them, either. I’m happy to just go along the path we are already traveling, exploring our new relationship.
I pull back and smile at her.
“Bed?” I ask.
She laughs.
“Bed,” she agrees.
We slide under the covers of the bed and curl toward each other, Allison’s head on my shoulder, my chin resting against her head as she tucks it into my neck. My arms wind around her, pulling her close, and having her there in my arms is better than any feeling I’ve experienced yet.
This is where I belong. I’m never letting this go.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Allison
When I wake up, Kyle’s arms are still around me and I’m tempted just to drop straight back to sleep, where I feel warm and safe. He’s sleeping deeply, his breathing slow and even, and I can feel his calm heartbeat against his chest.
I’m happy. How long has it been since I’ve felt this happy? I thought I was happy when I left Jesse, but it hasn’t been until now that I’ve realized just how much I’ve been stressing about everything. Jesse, college, travel, trying to unpack…
But here, in Kyle’s arms, I feel relaxed and content. I slowly close my eyes. I really should just go back to sleep.
But then my bladder becomes a problem. I grimace as it insists that I need to go to the toilet, becoming louder the longer I ignore it. Finally I huff in exasperation and open my eyes again.
Looks like I have no choice but to get up.
I slide slowly out of Kyle’s arms. He stirs but then relaxes back into sleep. I giggle. I’m not surprised that he’s so damn tired. He’s barely slept this week while he was keeping watch over me. I’m glad that he’s sleeping now.