Emily
“Tighter,”I whisper.
“Are you sure?” His voice is strong and confident. The tone of it makes my legs weak.
I nod, trusting him with every ounce of air in my lungs. At this moment, I am his everything, and he is mine. His pleasure rises from between my legs and rolls over me, blanketing me and pulling me into a warm embrace. It speaks to my own pleasure in words written only for us.
He squeezes the sides of my neck, and a euphoric release of endorphins courses through me. I feel high. I once said pills are the only way to get this kind of high. I lied.
He feeds off my sounds of pleasure and thrusts deeply inside me. He kisses my lips and moans against them. He squeezes a little tighter, and I feel myself getting close. I lean into his hand, putting even more pressure against my throat.
My body is tense and tight, and what has been building for so many years finally becomes too much to handle. I moan against his mouth and I come. Hard. I come in a way I never have. The shuddering out-of-body orgasm vibrates through every muscle in my body. The suffocation of the flame in my pelvis follows. The smoldering remains, hot within my gut. He kisses me and smiles.
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David
“You little freak,”I say with a smirk.
Maybe I misread Emily. It wouldn’t be the first time. I feel like I should have noticed this about her. Then again, she never noticed this about me.
We finish for the second time in an hour and collapse together onto the couch. I hold her as we both come down from an incredible physical high. I know Emily did drugs to numb her pain and anxiety. And I did drugs to feel something more than just eternal numbness. Maybe we can find new highs within each other. I will take her to parts of herself she has never seen—or refused to see.
I rub her shoulder as she starts to cry. Long held emotions spill over. I wrap her in my arms and hold her as she weeps. It’s not tears of sadness. It’s an overwhelming flood of feelings. Love, trust, and pain. Pleasure and pain are full body experiences, and I have shown her both at the same time. She doesn’t need to tell me this. I know.
It’s not about hurting Emily. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to transfer my strength to her through my hands. I want her to feel my love through her skin. I want to show her parts of me she was never allowed to see.
In her vulnerability I will find my own.