“Okay?”
“More than,” she replied. “Really good. I think that little break was good for us both...oh wow…”
I moved again, pulling a little less than halfway out before pushing back in. Mayra’s legs gripped my hips and she pushed up to meet me.
“Is that good?” I asked.
“Perfect,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as I pulled back and thrust forward again. She wrapped her feet around my legs and steadied me. One of my hands went to her head, stroking through her hair as I stroked into her body lower down.
We moved together, slowly and rhythmically, with the tempo set by nothing more than the beating of our hearts. I gasped each time I drove down inside of her—feeling the warmth and tightness of her body surrounding, enveloping, and holding me closely…safely. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and her fingers dug into my skin. My hand gripped her hip.
In my fingers, I could feel the gentle push of her hips off the mattress, and I used my hand to pull her against me at the same speed. It perfected our motions, and I could feel the slight quivering in her thighs as she panted against my neck.
“Matthew…I’m…I’m…”
I could feel it.
Her heels dug into the back of my thighs, and it probably should have been painful but wasn’t. I felt her body shudder from the inside out, and it was the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced. My hand cupped the back of her neck as I held her up to me to kiss her jaw, her mouth, her cheek.
There was wetness there just below her eye, and when I looked at her, I didn’t have to wonder or ask why she had tears—I knew. They were mirrored on my own cheeks.
I didn’t look away when our eyes met, and I didn’t turn from her when her hand brushed the moisture away from my cheekbone. Our gaze remained connected. I should have felt uncomfortable, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away at all. My heart beat faster, and I moved inside of her quickly and with more urgency than before. I could feel every part of her muscles constricting around me as I thrust deeper, listening to her muted grunts each time I was completely buried inside.
The buildup was more gradual than it had been when her hand was wrapped around me but a thousand times more intense, too. I dropped my cheek to Mayra’s neck, and her arms coiled around my head. My body seemed to be on autopilot as the pace increased along with the beat of my heart and the breath from my lungs. I was fully aware of the tingling shudder that came up from my thighs and down from my stomach, reaching a point in the center before exploding outwards.
I cried out against the skin of her throat, my final thrust held tightly against her until my body stopped quaking inside of her. Twice more I move inside her flesh, my sanctuary, before reaching down and gripping the edge of the condom and pulling out of her. I discarded it in the basket beside the nightstand and then wrapped her up in my arms. With the scent and warmth of her surrounding me again, I closed my eyes and held her against my chest.
“I love you,” Mayra whispered into my ear. I moved my mouth to her lips though I didn’t open my eyes. I just kissed her, murmuring the words back into her mouth as she did the same into mine. I pressed every inch of my body against hers, both hungry for more and completely sated at the same time.
“I love you…I love you…” we repeated in unison between kisses.
I couldn’t imagine anything else could be closer to bliss, so I gave in to the warmth of her love.
Best win ever.
Chapter 19—You Have What in Your Kitchen Drawer?
Still warm and dazed from sleep, I opened my eyes to the dim light coming through my bedroom window. There were no thoughts of having dreamed the experiences of the night before—they were far too extraordinary to be passed off as nothing more than a dream.
Mayra was in my arms, and I was in hers.
When I turned my head slightly, I could see her closed eyes and peaceful look. I was immediately reminded of the first time we fell asleep in each other’s arms, right after I had told her everything about what was wrong with me and about my parents’ deaths. Even then, when I barely knew her, I knew how right it felt to be lying with her, our bodies twined together like the cover of some cheesy romance novel. I didn’t understand it then, but I did now.
Shifting a little, I realized the arm tucked underneath Mayra’s torso was pretty much numb. I tightened my fingers into a fist a couple of times to get the tingling sensation to go away but didn’t bother letting go of h
er. I’d take the pins and needles. They weren’t all that bad as long as I could stay like this and look at her.
I watched her sleep, completely fascinated by the slight flutter of her eyelids, her slow, rhythmic breathing, and the tiny murmured words I couldn’t quite make out. The sun brightened the room, and when her eyes opened, they met mine. She smiled immediately, and I felt my heart begin to pound.
“Hi,” Mayra said, and then she giggled and blushed.
I glanced away, feeling my own cheeks heat up. Flashes from the previous night scurried through my head—the feeling of being inside of her, the look on her face during orgasm, and the glory of falling asleep afterwards with her in my bed.
“Hi,” I finally repeated. I couldn’t bring myself to look back into her eyes again. Even when I tried, I had to look away pretty quickly. Apparently, whatever had happened last night didn’t actually fix me.
Maybe it was a lovemaking thing.
Mayra’s fingers traced over my jaw and up into my hair. Her touch was light and warm, and it reminded me of other ways she had touched me only a few hours ago. Closing my eyes for a moment, I could almost feel her hand on my chest…my stomach…my…