When the vestiges of both our orgasms have faded, he slowly pulls out of me. Strong hands then turn me around, rolling me over onto my back. He lays his body on top of mine, being careful to keep his full weight off my chest as his lips come crashing down over mine. His tongue skirts along my lower lip and I whimper in response. I close my eyes savoring the feel and taste of everything Travis.
I eventually break the kiss, surveying him, taking pure satisfaction in his flushed and sweaty appearance. I revel in the fact I had him so turned on he spiraled out of control. Sated fulfillment fills his eyes, and I can’t believe the powerful moment we just shared. I could have never even fantasized about something this intense and feeling as if my body has claimed just him as my counterpart.
“I can’t get enough of you, of this, of us…I just can’t get enough,” he softly confesses, and I feel the exact same way. The background music begins to return into the foreground. I’m Forever Yours Faithfully by Journey is playing soft and low, and I can’t help but think he specifically hand-picked this mix of music for us. Each song seems to carry the same theme, a love song with special meaning behind it.
The lyrics of the songs only increase the thought these words are meant solely for me. He softly whispers his husky voice into my ear, breathing on my skin, and when he sings a few lines of the chorus, a single tear of happiness drips out of the corner of my eye. I swear this is the stuff fairy tales are made of. Growing hard once more, he gently flexes his hips into me again. This moment is euphoric, and his passion, emotion, and ardor have me thinking I’m falling in love with this incredible man.
He then supports himself by leaning up on his elbows and begins caressing my hair tenderly with a look of love and reverence in his eyes. I shake my head and swallow hard; I’m all mushy inside, and my eyes spill over with emotion.
“Hey, what’s this?” he murmurs, his thumb skating under my eyelashes.
My voice comes out as a low, raspy whisper. “I’m just really happy. You make me feel so special.” A huge shaky sigh of contentment leaves my lungs as I savor the weight of his naked body resting over mine. Whispering softly against his lips, I tell him what’s on my mind. “You’re beginning to mean so much to me, Travis.” I stroke his back gently with the tips of my nails and search his bright eyes. “Someone needs to bottle this up and make a pill, because I can’t seem to get enough of you…of this feeling. This between us…it can be nothing short of pure bliss.”
Without warning, I feel every one of Travis’ muscles tense, and his eyes shift to the side as he purposefully evades my gaze. Well, that’s a reaction I didn’t see coming, especially after all the sweet things he’s just confessed to me. I notice his breathing has picked up, and his jaw clenches as if my admission was too much for him to swallow. He’s acting as if I just told him I was diagnosed with genital herpes, and now he has it. My heart stilled, then sunk to the depths of my toes, and my face fell. I start second guessing myself; maybe I’ve been reading him wrong all along. The moment grows more awkward by the second as the silence stretches between us, and suddenly I wish I could crawl out from under him and hide…forever. Not knowing what to say in the strained silence, I feel the need to get away.
“I need to use the bathroom.” It’s the only fool-proof excuse I can come up with. I try to shift out from underneath his big body, but he doesn’t budge as he tries to hold me back.
“Wait,” he grabs my wrist to hold me in place, “Jules…” Regret of some form flits across his face, but it’s too late. I need to escape, or I’ll make a bigger fool of myself and cry in front of him. My head prickles and my ears ring with rejection. I need to leave and salvage what pride I have left.
I give him a false smile. “It’s okay, Travis. I really do need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Maybe tomorrow, after my dignity recovers. He sighs reluctantly and rolls off my body. I slide off the mattress and quickly scuttle into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
I exhale a long, deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding and shut the door. The gravity of the situation hits me, and my eyes immediately fill with tears. I know I just made an utter ass of myself by confessing my feelings to him. Whatever magic spell we were living under, I fear it’s now been broken.