With This Secret

“Hold on to me,” I said, and she threw her hands around my shoulders.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I breathed the words out, as I made sure her legs were properly fitted around me.

I grabbed her ass and she circled the rim of her upper lip with her tongue in anticipation.

“Do that again,” I ordered, entranced.

Staring into my eyes, she did it again.

“Fuck,” I muttered as she grabbed my throbbing cock and guided it to her entrance. I shut my eyes, leaning my forehead against hers to savor my first joining with her. She was made for me, her pussy perfectly fitted and snug around my cock. I had no doubt now that I had come home. This was the woman I was created solely to fuck and it was clearer to me than nothing else ever had been.

I almost couldn’t believe it. She had been the dream that got away for so long. All these long years I told myself, the sacrifice was necessary. It was a sign of how deeply I cared for her. Now, I knew. It was bullshit. We were meant to be together. Nothing was more important than us. I would give everything up for her.

She tightened her muscles and her sex closed around me, slick and greedy as fuck, and I stopped thinking and plunged into her. I lost my head then. For the first time in my life, I felt my throat constrict with the need to cry like a baby. Tears filled my eyes as I licked the pulse ticking furiously in her neck.

I would never take all this beauty for granted.

Then I began to trace kisses along her jaw as I moved in and out of her in a gentle rhythm, relishing every moment as fire blazed through my veins. I couldn’t even remember my own name but I thought of hers, over and over again, as though it were a prayer. The water lapped peacefully around us. It was truly beautiful. If I died tomorrow, it would be okay.

“Thank you,” I muttered almost incoherently while she whimpered against me. I knew her nails were clawing into my back, but I registered nothing.

“Levan,” she sang out my name as I increased my tempo and tunneled into her, again and again. Our harsh ragged breathing was loud in the quiet night as our bodies thrashed against each other.

“Ahhh …” she moaned, long and tortuously.

I drove even harder and faster into her.

“Oh, my God, Oh Lev … oh, fuuuuck.”

I pounded into her until I felt her begin to tense with her impending release. I had long been consumed with the desperate need to come, but I was determined to wait until she was ready.

Her sex tightened around me, clenching so hard, the reigns of my tenuous control finally slipped from my grasp. I couldn’t hold on any longer then. I exploded inside her, just as she found her release, screaming out loud into the night as I buried my face in her neck and dropped over the edge into the beautiful abyss of sheer pleasure.

“Oh God,” she said, quivering violently against me and bit hard into my shoulder to muffle herself.

I savored even that pain.

A long groan tore out of me as I drew near to the end of my climax. The very life had been drained out of my bones at the orgasm she had just given to me, but I couldn’t let her go, or pull myself out of her.

Until death do us part, Bianca.

Until death do us part.

16

Bianca

I awoke naked in Levan’s bed. I was almost scared to open my eyes, nervous at the reality that life would bring me when I did. I opened my eyes and found myself alone in the vast bed. I could hear the sound of water running in the shower so I knew I would be safe for at least a few minutes. I rolled over, buried my face in the indentation left by Levan’s head on his pillow, and breathed in deeply. First, I smelled his shampoo, then underneath it, his intoxicating scent.

In the past, I’d heard my friends say how a guy had screwed their brains out, and I had always inwardly raised an eyebrow to ridiculous and far-fetched statements like that. As if sex could be that good …

It certainly had never been like that for me. From my first time in the back of Lincoln Wilson’s father’s sky blue Buick. We were in high school and he was a senior. All the girls wanted Lincoln. During summer break, he would drive all the way down from Connecticut every weekend to take me out on dates.

This courtesy, which I’d deemed meant he must truly care, had led me down the path of an anti-climatic night that I wished had never happened. Not only was the sex awkward and painful, it permanently freed Lincoln from the desire to make the journey down from Connecticut to see me. And the three other encounters since then deserved to be forgotten. They were that unremarkable and limp.