Holding her waist still, I fucked her harder. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other and the panting as we both reach our climax was the biggest turn on. I threw my head back and cried out, “Come for me. I need you to come for me, now.”
She let out her own cry and that was when I felt her walls grip me hard, milking my cock and making my balls ache for release. My cock thickened and I came hard inside her, every inch of my body worshipping this Goddess beneath me. She was my everything.
I fell down over her, my body too spent to show any grace. She didn’t complain about me pinning her into the mattress though. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me and we lay there hugging each other, with my dick still buried deep inside her.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” She sighed.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered back, not sure why she was bringing this up straight after sex.
“No, I mean I like having you inside me. I don’t want to let you go.”
I laughed at her cuteness.
“Baby, I don’t want to leave you either, but at some point I will need to use the bathroom. I really don’t think we’ve reached the stage of peeing on each other yet.” I felt her stiffen at my crude joke and I instantly regretted it.
“Is that something you like to do?” She sounded quieter now. I’d obviously spooked her. It wasn’t surprising, considering how we’d first met.
“Errr, no. It was just a joke. I’m not into the whole golden shower thing. Never have been. Don’t worry.” I lifted myself up off her slightly to gauge her reaction, and she seemed unsure, biting that damn lip and frowning.
I pulled her lip free and gave her a gentle, reassuring kiss. Once I knew she was fully relaxed, I pulled away.
“I’m going to get a warm cloth from the bathroom. I want to clean you up,” I said, slowly pulling out of her and feeling the loss of her right away. She groaned too and it made me smile to know I had the same effect on her.
I grabbed a washcloth and made my way back into the bedroom. When I saw her lying there, with her hair fanned out all over my pillow and her face flushed from her orgasms, I felt my heart swell. I stood still for a moment to take it all in. I never really understood what Jackson meant when he said sex with someone you loved was addictive. But now, with her in my bed, I knew I’d never want another woman for as long as I lived. She was it for me. She was my person. My forever. I knew now that sex with her was going to be an addiction for me. I’d had one taste and I already couldn’t wait for the next.
For the firsttime in what felt like forever, I woke up feeling totally at peace, relaxed and happy. Who knew a night of hot sex with Cill would make me feel so different about the world, and about myself. He certainly had a way of making magic in the bedroom, that’s for sure.
I stayed cuddled up close to him, enjoying those first few moments of the morning. The warmth of the bed and his skin against mine. The intoxicating smell of us and our little world we’d created. And the sounds of him breathing as the waves washed ashore outside. A calming sound if ever I’d heard one.
I ran my fingers across the hardness of his chest and smiled to myself as I recalled all the things we’d done the night before and early that morning. I knew there were going to be conversations we needed to have, but right then, I was happy to just get lost in the bubble of perfection that his bed gave me. Thathegave me.
I felt him stir as my delicate touches grazed him, and then his mouth twitched slightly.
“You have a magical touch, do you know that?” he said, in that raspy morning voice of his.
“I could say the same about you,” I whispered back, and he laughed.
“I could touch you all day long.” He shuffled to lie on his side to face me and pulled me closer into him. “Now I’ve had a taste, don’t think I’ll be shy about coming back for more.”
“Shy is one thing you could never be accused of.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve had my moments over these past few months. You’ve changed me, though. I’m a different man around you,” he murmured into my neck and then nuzzled me, making me giggle at how ticklish I’d become.
“Different how?” It felt like the perfect time to address the elephant in the room.
He pulled his head back a fraction and frowned at me.
“Spit it out, Olsen.” I couldn’t help but smirk at his use of my surname.
“Well… I know you like to use certain… clubs. Let’s not forget how we met.” I felt my heartbeat start to quicken as I spoke. “I mean… you obviously have specific… needs.”
He rolled onto his back, but kept one arm lodged tightly around me. Then he ran his free hand down his face in exasperation and groaned.
“I wondered when this was going to come up. I didn’t expect it this morning, though.”
“No time like the present.” I sounded light-hearted, even though I was anything but.
He rolled onto his side again to face me and wrapped both of his arms around my waist. He placed a cute kiss on the end of my nose and then he sighed.
