his explosive orgasm beats mine to the finish line.
But I’m not far behind.
Even as his cock still pulsates within me, his legs quivering as they push up against me one last time, it hits me. The contractions inside my pussy squeeze Brice’s member as I groan even louder.
Brice doesn’t let it finish here though.
His finger returns to my clit and draws quick circles just around its circumference. I press against his hand, his cock still inside me, softening but still reacting each time my pussy squeezes. I bite my lips and then go to kiss Brice. Our tongue meet, dancing around each other for ten seconds before the sensation gets to be too much. Brice switches to a side-to-side motion, which he knows will get me off almost instantly.
When I cum the second time, I pull us sideways onto the couch so that we’re lying beside each other, curled up in a ball of our pheromones, sweat, and perfect relaxation.
Brice rubs his fingers through my hair. “Hey,” he says softly.
“Yeah?” I ask, honestly already starting to drift off into a nap. Which I absolutely don’t have time for despite the fact that I could hardly sleep last night from all the excitement.
“Remember that first night? When I found that camming site on accident?”
I can only manage a nod.
“Do you know what I was actually looking for on your computer?”
A yawn and a shake of my head this time.
“Love Actually.”
“You always want to watch that one.”
“Because I always thought I could get up the courage to tell you how I really felt each time we watched it. But I guess I never did.”
I’ve been lying with my back to Brice, his arm wrapped around my waist. But I turn now so that we’re nose-to-nose. “I never knew that.”
“That’s kind of my whole point. I never built up the courage to tell you, because a big part of me was scared you would reject the idea and then things would get weird.”
All it takes to kiss him is to extend my lips. “Just think. We could have had this sooner if you’d just grown a pair of balls.” I slap his ass. Then I add more softly, “Truth be told, I used to imagine that you were one of my viewers. It made getting off a lot easier.”
“Think of all the time we could have been together if one of us had just taken a chance.”
“We have plenty of time now.”
He chuckles and snuggles my head against his chest. We stay like this for a good five minutes, at the end of which we’re both nodding off.
“We need to do final checks,” I say, forcing myself to sit up. With a deep breath I pry myself away from my man. “Come on. Get up.”
Brice’s only answer is a groan.
I’ve just got my bra back in place when I turn the light on. Brice reacts by rolling over and covering his face with his arm. “I’ll tell you what,” I say. “You get dressed in the next ten seconds, and I’ll put Liz on concession stand duty tonight. We can take care of the film up here. Which will give up plenty of time to take care of other things too.”
In the blink of an eye, Brice has his jeans on, and he’s pulling on his shirt as I open the door. He stops me before I navigate down the dark, narrow stairs. “Are you ready for tonight? I mean, your grand opening?”
How can someone be ready for something that feels like a dream? The theater is just the cherry on top of the Brice-and-me cake. All of this is beyond what I ever could have imagined. So even though I’m not ready for what comes next, my heart beats an excited rhythm that at least isn’t afraid anymore of what the next few hours—or months, or even years—will bring.
“I’ve got my best friend next to me,” I say, taking his hand and pulling him after me. “How could I not be ready?”