He circled my clit and rubbed me with his expert fingers. My hips began gently rocking in time with him, and when he pushed a finger inside me, I gasped.
“I need you.”
“You want some lazy morning sex, baby?” He didn’t need to ask. My body had already answered for me.
“Not sure about the lazy, but yeah, I do.”
His dick was pressed against my ass and he was grinding up on me as he fucked me with his fingers. His other arm was still under my waist, holding me tightly to him. Of all the bubbles he’d created for us, this was my favourite one.
He leant over to the bedside drawer and pulled out another condom. Then he moved back slightly and pulled the duvet down off us. He wanted to watch what he was doing; see himself slide inside of me.
He rubbed his cock along my folds, spreading my wetness and making me grind right back onto him. Then he was there, pushing inside of me and pulling my leg up as he did, so he could get the angle he wanted. I was expecting a sting, but this time it was different. The way he stretched me wasn’t painful, it was fucking awesome and I arched my back into him, wanting more.
The lazy sex he’d talked about turned into something else. He pulled out of me and slammed back harder, each thrust slapping against my ass and making me groan. I held onto the metal bed post as he grabbed my hips and drove into me harder and harder. I ground back onto him, my hips rotating and moving in time with his. As he increased the pace, so did I. We worked together to bring us both to the edge. Each thrust made me hungry for more and I reached my arm around to grab his ass as I used the bed post to steady myself. We were fucking so hard and fast I felt like I’d fall off the bed if I let go.
I buried my face into the pillow. My cries were so loud they could probably hear me down the road, but I didn’t care. I was so close. I moved my hand up to grab him around the neck. We were both panting, breathless, lost in each other.
Ryan held my stomach with one hand and reached down to rub over my clit with the other, and before I could even cry out, I came hard, contracting and squeezing around him. He grunted, and I felt him pulsing inside me. He was coming too. I let him ride it out, bringing us both down from the orbit we’d just circled. Our hard thrusts turned to steady rocking and then he slumped his head onto my pillow and kissed my shoulders and neck gently, all the time whispering that he loved me. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this fierce kind of love. The kind of love where you need that person more than air and water, but I felt it, in that moment. A love that was raw, achingly beautiful and uniquely ours. A love that felt so powerful we only needed each other to survive. The rest of the world seemed pointless, inconsequential to what we had created together.
Our world.
Our bubble.
I took his hand in mine and threaded our fingers together. He was still inside me and I felt like I never wanted him to leave.
“You’re so good at that,” I blurted out in my orgasmic brain-dead state.
He chuckled. “We’re good at that. We were made for each other, Em. Not everyone gets this you know?”
I turned my head to look at him. Did he mean people wouldn’t get us? As in, understand why we were a couple? Or was he saying the way we felt, the closeness and the sex wasn’t always like this?
“What don’t they get?”
“To feel like they’ve found the other half to their whole. To know what it’s like to love someone so much you’d do anything for them. That their happiness comes before your own. We’re lucky, Em. Not everyon
e finds that, but we have.” He placed a gentle peck on my nose and I sighed.
He was right. My life wasn’t perfect. Far from it. I had no idea where I was going to be living after today. My dad would probably go to prison. My mum would lose her shit, and everything I thought I knew in my world was burning to the ground. But I still had love in my life. I was healthy, and I had my friends. But most of all, I had Ryan. When I was with him, nothing else mattered. Thinking about that made me realise I could rise from the ashes stronger than before, because I had him by my side. I could make something better than what I’d had. Build a life that I could be proud of.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered into my ear.
“I’m thinking that I couldn’t possibly love you any more than I do.” Then I remembered something from the night before. Something I’d conjured up in my head when I’d been at the cemetery and spoken to Danny. It probably meant nothing, and I was delusional, making things up in my weakened grief-stricken state, but I had to ask. “What’s battlefield?”
Ryan’s eyes widened slightly, and he gave a low gasp.
“Danny told you about that?”
I swallowed, not wanting to admit that I’d heard it in a lucid dream-like fantasy. “I want to hear you tell me.”
He smiled and rested his head on my shoulder as he spoke. “You were about fifteen or sixteen. It was Danny’s birthday and you’d ordered Battlefield1 for the Xbox to give to him. Only it hadn’t arrived, and Danny heard you crying to your mum, asking her if she’d take you into town to buy another copy. Your mum said it was a waste of money to buy it twice and you’d have to give him his present a few days late. Danny said you were inconsolable when he overheard you.”
I went cold. I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t think it’d mean anything, but now I was starting to realise that maybe my mind hadn’t played tricks on me. How else would I have known to ask about this? Danny really did speak to me last night. He’d been there when I needed him.
“I remember that day,” I managed to say, even though my throat was so tight I could barely swallow. “But the parcel arrived a few hours later. I don’t get it?”
“I couldn’t stand the thought of you being so upset on your brother’s birthday. Your mum was a waste of fucking space and Danny was held up with some event your dad had dragged him to that morning. So, I went into town and bought another copy. I boxed it up and then I posted it through your door. I had to tell Danny what I’d done because I knew the original parcel was due for delivery any day and I didn’t want you to find out that my one was from me. I wanted you to have something to give him.”
I couldn’t speak. I had no idea that had happened. All those years ago, when I didn’t even know he knew I existed, Ryan had done that for me. He’d gone out of his way to fake deliver my brother’s birthday present just so I wouldn’t feel down on his birthday. What had I done to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?