as I come on them. I can’t stop the waves and I can’t stop the
way my body pulses and vibrates like there’s something
seriously wrong with me. I wouldn’t stop it if I could. This is
the truest thing I’ve ever felt before.
Steph grinds down on me as I buck up. She keeps
doing it, grinding against me until she shudders above me,
finding her own release. I feel bad that I can barely get myself
together to help her. I feel totally boneless. She doesn’t need
my help to come, and that’s the hottest thing ever. I do get to
watch the pleasure play over her face. She’d probably get shy
if she knew I was watching her, but she shouldn’t be. She’s so
beautiful, especially right now.
I think that the aftermath of a climax is underrated. It’s
really special to wrap someone up in your arms or be wrapped
up and just hold each other like that. Be close, hearts beating
side by side, skin sticky, cheeks pressed together. Steph
brushes her hand over my hair. She has her arm wrapped
around my chest. I don’t think we could be pressed any closer
together. I still feel like I’m made entirely of wet noodles. The
overcooked, mushy kind.
“You’re very, uh, intuitive,” I say huskily. I tilt my face
to look up at her. I love looking up at her right now. She looks
so happy, so sated. She’s glowing, and I love that pink blush
that creeps up.
“If by intuitive you mean talented…”
“Yes, that too.” Funny. She’s funny too. I’m not sure
that there isn’t anything that Steph can’t do. “It’s just that
you…I mean, I guess I just feel like we fit together like we’ve
been doing this for a while. Like we didn’t have just one
practice session.”