it. I didn’t have to drag it from me, kicking and screaming.
This is powerful. This is real. I finally get why people call it
waves of pleasure, because it feels like my muscles are water,
like water is sweeping over me, like I’m floating in some
exotic body of water while the tide roars through me.
I cling to Adley after the strongest sensations are over.
My muscles are still shaking. I can still feel the aftershocks
echoed between my legs, in my stomach, in my freaking chest
and arms and feet.
I can barely hold myself up, but Adley guides me over
to the side. I collapse in a heap and she draws her legs up and
rolls onto her side. She doesn’t fling an arm over me. Instead,
she sets her hand at my hip, but her fingers sprawl there,
protective, but also like she’s claiming me.
I don’t mind that one bit.
“You know what we need?” Adley pants.
“What’s that?”
“A shower. Then maybe ice cream. In the kitchen.
Then, maybe some sleep back here. Or maybe not.” She winks
at me.
I shiver violently. Those sound like the best options. A
whole night with Adley? This is more than I ever dreamed of.
It’s faster than I thought possible, but she’s the one setting the
pace tonight. I’m not going to say anything. I’m not going to
ask her if this is okay. I’ll lead her when she asks me too. I’ll
let her teach and instruct. I’ll be patient or hurried or whatever
she wants me to be tonight. This is our night. Our first night
together. A night that I know I won’t ever forget, because it’s
also the first night that I’ve ever let myself be physically, truly
free. I know that tomorrow I’m not going to go back to hiding