A warm fullness permeates my chest as it hits me for the umpteenth time how much she just gets me. And not only that, but she also appreciates and enjoys my bizarre little quirks. And that gives me a little more gumption to say what I need to say so that we can keep this.
I press my lips to the skin on her neck, just below her earlobe, and I lightly tap the rhythm of the harmony and melody against her chest and stomach, perfectly in time with the piano solo playing from the small phone speakers. Like her body is a finely tuned instrument custom made for me. Like she is the personification of the creative passion and music that has infused my bones and blood since birth.
I forget the storm and the damage it could do, the anxiety releases me, and I slip into a state of Zen where there’s nothing but her, me, and music.
It relaxes me enough that I can perceive the three words climbing up from my heart and out of my throat, but at the last second, I chicken out and settle for something I’ve said about a hundred thousand times to about a hundred thousand strangers.
“Lucky loves you.”
Anxiety abruptly surges through me again, and I wonder if she can feel the sudden, violent uptick in my heart rate. I wonder if she can read between the lines. I wonder if she’s going to say it back.
The side of Ava’s mouth in my line of sight quirks into a smile again. She turns her head to look back at me and gives me the full version of that smile. She doesn’t say anything, but she does shift to roll over in my arms and lie with our chests pressed together. I switch to tapping the rhythm against her spine, and she tucks her face under my chin, using my shoulder as a pillow.
Her skin and breath against my neck and chest causes all of my blood to rush south, and my dick goes rigid between our bodies. She leans closer and kisses my neck languidly while she glides her hand down my abs to wrap around my shaft, slowly pumping it with her fist, her thumb stroking over the head.
Ava still doesn’t say anything in response to my vague confession of feelings, but it doesn’t worry me yet. Maybe she’s just as nervous about her feelings as I am. After all, she didn’t immediately freak out and pull away. In fact, she snuggled closer. It gives me hope, but then thoughts of any kind flee from my mind as she pushes me onto my back so she can climb on top of me and guide my cock to her depths.
That’s when the lamp flickers off completely. We’re left in darkness punctuated by the rapid succession of flashes of lightning that light up the room and illuminate her beautiful body in a pale blue glow. Rhapsody in Blue builds to its climactic midpoint from the small phone speakers, seemingly matching the thunderous chaos in the stormy atmosphere just on the other side of the old walls of this house. Ava rolls her hips methodically, her palms flat against my chest, her fingers grazing the gnarly scar tissue that has never once bothered her; the scars she kissed when I revealed their ugliness to her.
How could Inotlove her?
How could shenotalready know?
And how could shenotlove me back?
She has to. She’s probably just as scared as I am to come right out and say it. I just need to give both of us time to get a little more brave.
In the meantime, her skin. Her scent. Her breath. I push off the mattress to sit up and pull her hard against me, squeezing her breasts and dipping my head to suck one nipple into my mouth, eliciting a breathless moan from her. Ava cradles her arms around my head, holding me in place while she picks up the intensity and grinds against me. Her tell-tale internal tremors start shuddering around my cock, rapidly ushering me to my breaking point, and then—
“Baby,” she whimpers. “Oh God, baby...you’re amazing.”
She’s never called mebabybefore. And the fact that she called me that now after I tiptoed around what I really meant to say tells me everything I need to know.
Caging my arms around her shoulders, I turn both of our bodies so I can throw her flat on her back on the bed and aggressively piston my cock even deeper. Her thighs clamp hard around my hips, and I crash my mouth onto hers. Ava slides her tongue into the deepest recesses of my mouth, allowing me to drown in the taste that is unique only to her. I growl at the intoxicating flavor, my mind swirling as I lose myself in the sensation of being completely intertwined with the only person I’ve ever wanted this much.
I push myself even closer to her, as close as humanly possible, thrusting my hands into her long, espresso-hued hair at the sides of her head. Ava draws her hands down the muscles flanking my spine, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust as she moans loudly and long against my lips.
“Fuck.” I groan just before my climax shatters my senses. “Stay with me, Ava. Please stay.”
I know what I said, but the words border on nonsensical as I briefly go blind and deaf amidst the overpowering orgasm. She’s moaning loudly, her nails scraping down my back as she rides out the waves of her own climax, and I can’t be sure if she heard me over her sounds of pleasure, and the sounds of the storm, and the final, grand crescendo of Rhapsody in Blue.
My cock twitches as I release every last ounce of cum deep inside her. I stopped using condoms with her just shy of a month ago because she told me she’s got some kinda highly effective birth control implant, and thoughts are crashing inside my mind about how I want that thing gone. I want her to have my children. I never even wanted children. But suddenly, I want them with her. I want her to be mine forever. I want this. I want us. So I need her to come right out and tell me that she loves me. And the only way she’s probably gonna do that is if I come right out and explicitly say it first.
And I will.
I just have to figure out how, and I need to figure it out soon.
Twenty
Ava
Quarantine Day 77
When I wokeup this morning and checked my phone, the words I’d been waiting for were at the top of my screen in bold, black print.
LOUISIANA ENTERS PHASE 2 OF REOPENING TODAY
Finally.
