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CHAPTER EIGHT: ORLANDO
New York City
Thursday, April 3, 2003
I now understand the saying ‘now that’s a weight off my shoulders’. I feel physically lighter, secure in my brand-spanking-new knowledge that she’s as much of a freak as I am. Okay, well maybe she didn’t admit to the whole freak thing, but considering how insanely vulnerable I’ve just made myself by telling her what I have, I’m going to draw my own damn conclusions and stick to them. We are a pair of freaks.
Her hands are still folded in mine and they’re shaking just a little. I don’t think it’s from the cold anymore. She smiles at me, looking a bit timid like she knows I’ve just worked out the effect I’m having on her. Normally in these situations I would feel a swelling of manly pride and be all pleased with myself and lots of other conceit-based feelings would swim around my brain... and other places. But I’m getting none of that. All I’m feeling now is a responsibility to this woman to justify what she’s feeling for me.
You know, all this time I’ve been prattling on about how she’s wheedled her way under my skin… about how much trouble I’m in. But I think I’m finally figuring out what’s going on. This feeling… it’s a lot, mind you. But it’s the best thing I’ve felt in a very long time. It might be the best thing ever and that should be fucking scary as hell. Yet, looking in her eyes and feeling her hands tremble under mine, I’m not scared. Is this the way it’s supposed to be? I think it is.
Please God, don’t let her walk out of my life in the morning.
“Orli?” Her voice is hushed and kinda husky and it sends goose bumps up and down my arms. It takes everything inside of me to keep from visibly shuttering.
“Yeah?”
“You really need to kiss me now.”
God damn. “As you wish.”
I reluctantly let go of her hands, burying them in her still-damp hair. I lean forward to capture her mouth with my own but our position is slightly awkward, sitting knee to knee. I don’t want anything to feel awkward tonight. I need to be the one in control, at least for now, or I’m going to go insane so I pull her toward me. She slips off the couch to rest on her knees between my legs. The blanket I wrapped around her moments before slides off her shoulders but she’s not bothered. She knows I’ll keep her warm.
I’m longing to feel her touch and as if she’s read my mind, her hands move to grasp at my sides. Her fingers flex around my ribs almost possessively and as I deepen the kiss I feel her fingernails nip at my rapidly heating skin. I was wrong before. This is the best feeling ever.
I need more and pull her even closer, one hand trailing down her neck over one perfect breast and underneath her arm to palm the small of her back. I can feel her breasts press against my stomach, soft and warm, even through the damp material of the dress that’s been driving me crazy all night. The only thing driving me crazy about it now is that it’s still on her body.
My other hand, I wrap around the back of her neck gently fisting her hair and pulling her head back just a little more. I know the feeling of control I’m reveling in right now is imaginary. She could turn the tables at any time. But she lets me take the reigns. She trusts me and that turns me on in a way I’ve seldom felt. I have a picture in my mind of what we must look like right now and I think it is a travesty on the part of the Plaza Hotel that this room isn’t completely walled with mirrors. Bedroom. We should go to the bedroom now.
“Orli…” she breathes, tearing her lips from mine. That’s not nice. “Bedroom. Now.”
I knew this girl was smart. “As you wish.” That’s seems to be the only thing I can say to her and it doesn’t bother me a bit. We’re still clinging to each other, breathing hard, and I assume she’s thinking the same thing I am. How do we get to the bedroom without actually moving? My brain kicks in first, acknowledging that moving is a necessary evil. When I stand, I bring her up with me, dropping a lingering kiss on her lips before taking her hand and leading her to the next room. I momentarily contemplated tossing her over my shoulder fireman-style but thought better of it. I want this to be completely unrushed.
Once we cross the threshold of my room, I turn her around and pull her back against my chest. She gasps softly and I know that she’s noticed the mirror directly across from us. I meet the reflection of her eyes as I lean my head down to nip at the back of her neck. My left hand rises to cup one breast as my right finds the zipper at the back of her dress. A moment later, the damp cloth has pooled at her feet and she kicks it away. Her breasts are bare to me as I take in the reflection of her clad only in a scant pair of panties.
Every muscle in my body goes completely tense… one in particular. I need to reign myself in here. I take a deep breath, my hands smoothing over her stomach. As my hands move lower, I kneel slowly, trailing kisses down her back. I pull her panties down her legs, not missing an inch of her soft skin as I pass by. After she steps out of her panties, I stand again and pull her back against me once more. I love this feeling. I love that I could look in her eyes throughout it all.
She stands before me now, naked and perfect. Her nipples are taut and while I know that the temperature of the room has had something to do with it, I’m certain it wouldn’t matter at this point if we were in a sauna. I love knowing that I can do this to her. I know I’m staring but I’ve missed this body desperately. I make her turn for me so that I could examine every beautiful part.
I begin to undress, my eyes never leaving her body as she continues to stand before me, completely comfortable in the moment; completely comfortable with my eyes on her. I’d like to take my time with this moment because it’s perfectly intense but the thing is… I’m only wearing the draw-string pants I changed into when we first got back to the room. Didn’t take very long at all. There’s always next time. There better be a next time.
She shivers just a little and now I’m certain that it has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hungry way I’m gazing at her. I know exactly what I must look like because I can feel my desire radiating from every pore.
My mouth moves from hers and trails down her neck. My touch is gentle, caring and I don’t know where the restraint is coming from. All of a sudden, I need this to be so much more than fucking. I know that, no matter how it happens, it won’t be just that to me. But I feel like if I take her hard and fast at this point, she won’t understand. I need to show her. Hard and fast can come later.
I walk her to the bed and lay her down. I admire her body laid out before me once more and for one momentary instant I hear a little voice in my head say, "just take her." Somehow, I ignore it listening only to my, now obsessive, urge to make her feel as special as she has become to me. I lean over her and I know I must look almost feline as I crawl up her body. My mouth meets her breast and I hear her sigh and myself moan at the contact. Her hands tangle in my hair as I suck and lick at the sensitive skin. I swear I can feel ripples of warmth radiate throughout her body... or maybe it’s mine. I already can’t tell the difference.
My fingertips caress her inner thighs as my kiss moves from her breast to her stomach and… oh yes… Her hands fall from my hair and lay limply on either side of her head. She moans her approval and whispers my name. I love that sound. She tastes sweet and salty at the same time. My tongue trails wet paths toward her center. My hands push her legs wider apart as I position myself between them. I want this to be so good for her. I remember exactly how she likes it and from the sounds she’s making, my memory is better than usual.
I run my forefinger up and down her thighs each time coming closer to her center… with the final stroke my finger finds her clit. Her back arches, urging me to continue. But I hold my finger still, watching her struggle against it. Her voice, soft and throaty, whispers how much she wants to feel me inside of her, for me to stop teasing. But I know this game. She likes the teasing as much as the main show, so she remains in the position that I placed her in, relinquishing herself to me. I start to move my finger in soft strokes across that sensitive little nub.
Minutes pass as I continue my assault. I know how she likes to be touched… how she needs to be touched. At this moment I am certain that I am the only man who possesses this precious knowledge. No one else can do this to her; for her. I must have said all that out loud because she’s agreeing with me. There’s that manly pride. Been waiting for him to show up.
That’s it. Just enough pressure to keep her wanting more. I move my finger closer to her opening. She whimpers and I look up. Her breasts are heaving and it seems she can’t speak anymore but it’s her eyes I’m paying attention to and her eyes are willing me to continue.
Surprisingly enough, my own breathing is controlled and deep. I take advantage of the unexpected respiratory discipline and focus it over her slick folds. This drives her insane, I know. She’s writhing now and in an instant my finger is inside of her, massaging her inner walls. My mouth covers her clit and I flick my tongue across it. I use my teeth just a little as I slide in another finger to join the first.
My free hand runs up to cup one breast, but it only barely makes it before her hand catches it. I lift my eyes to see that hers have slid shut as she tangles our fingers together. My eyes land on our joined hands that she has laid atop her stomach and my heart catches. Thank God my body can work independently of my brain because I could have completely lost track of what I was doing and that would have been a shame.
Her hips roll upwards and I know she is longing for deeper contact. I keep my pace slow, taking my time pleasing her. Her moans become breathy and I know exactly what that means. I whisper to her, telling her how beautiful she is and how hot she’s making me. I tell her to let go, but she holding back, I can tell. She wants me inside her. I know because she tells me… as best she can anyway in the state she’s in. I make no move to fulfill her request and continue to stroke her with my fingers. In and out… all the while my tongue caresses her clit. I quicken my pace and I feel her body tense. She’s close. She’s trying to fight it but she can’t. She’s lost to me.
Her hand tightens around mine as her body forces her to let go. I lap at her folds as her juices flow freely. Sweet and salty, just like the rest of her... just like I remember. Her whole body is trembling. She’s flushed and trembling and perfect and I never want this to end. She lies still, recovering from my ministrations and I kiss her inner thigh softly before moving up to stretch out beside her. Her hand still holds mine and I can barely tear my eyes away from the sight of it. I have to though because when she finally opens her eyes I want mine to be the first thing she sees.
When her eyes flutter open I can see they are glassy with unshed tears. I don’t remember having that effect on her last time and I’m a little worried that they are not ‘great orgasm’ tears until she smiles at me. It’s a smile that is, quite literally, heart-stopping. I kiss her lips and her cheek and bury my face in her neck, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.
“That was perfect,” her voice softly declares. She is still catching her breath and I am quite pleased with myself.
“Not quite yet,” I murmur against her skin. Her hand releases mine and I feel the loss only momentarily. She smoothes it over the skin of my shoulder and down over my chest and I swear everywhere she touches feels like it’s being licked by flames. I didn’t think I could get any harder and quite frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a reaction to such simple touches. Simple or not, I’m on bloody fire. Her hand starts to move lower but I don’t move. I’m very content to nip at her neck and enjoy the feeling… for the moment, anyway. A very brief moment… her small hand has just wrapped around me. Firm but not too tight… she remembers me too.
It only takes a few moments of her touch before I’m all but undone. She needs it now too… something I’m sure of when she whispers, "Orlando, please fuck me now." I think I hear myself growl as I shift to lay fully on top of her. I need her lips. I need to kiss her lips, feel her tongue. Her legs are tight around my hips but not as tight as her fingers are fisting in my hair. It kinds hurts… but in that really good way. When I enter her, I do it gently, much to my own surprise. Slowly I sink in until I’m as deep within her as I can get in this position. It’s okay… I’m thinking we’ll try a few different ones tonight.
I pause, unmoving, letting her body feel me, letting me feel her. I gently withdraw only to slam back into her. I continue a pace of slow, steady strokes until she arches against me, silently urging me to go faster. At this point, I’m happy to oblige, and I allow myself to slide in and out of her more quickly. I slow down again for a moment so that I can rise up on my knees without withdrawing from her tight heat. I tilt her hips up, knowing that at this angle I can reach every part of her that makes her moan, makes her writhe… makes her cum.
Her hands fist in the sheets at her sides. I know what she’s feeling. As good as this is right now… I can’t reach any other part of her like this. I reach forward and pull her up toward me. With minimal adjustment, she’s sitting up on my lap and this is so much better. I pull her head down to kiss her; the sensations going through me are just indescribable... I pull away so that I can latch on to one luscious breast as I continue thrusting up into her.
She pulls at my hair bringing my mouth back to hers, teasing my tongue with hers, keeping rhythm with our bodies. My hands are gripping her hips so tightly I’m mildly worried that I may leave marks. Sweat has covered our bodies, our breathing is erratic, our hearts pounded hard. Her muscles are clamping down on me now. My pace is frantic, my need to be deep within her is staggering. I can feel my orgasm building and I fight to withhold it as long as I can.
Her mouth leaves mine, her head falling back as her body falls over into oblivion. She cries out, her muscles are going crazy around me. Her entire body is shaking like a leaf and I continue to thrust. I’m not ready yet. She’s still with me, even as she comes down. She ducks her head down, her tongue flicking at my earlobe as she whispers, "Come for me, Orlando. It’s time to let go." I think my body was waiting for her to say that because her words are all the encouragement that I need. My body reels into the sheer ecstasy, my body shaking in spasms as I empty myself in her.
She relaxes above me, her body slumping down against mine. I wrap my arms securely around her, just holding her for a moment before I lay us both down. The sheets are cool against our heated skin and she sighs. Of all the sounds she makes… I think this one is my favorite. We lay together, our bodies slowly coming down from the high. My eyes slip shut, entirely against my own will. Blindly, I turn us on our sides and tuck her against my body. I’m holding on so tight, I hope she can breathe but I can’t let go. Her breathing slows and I give myself permission to rest a while as well. I’ll wake her up later.
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CHAPTER EIGHT: ORLANDO
New York City
Thursday, April 3, 2003
I now understand the saying ‘now that’s a weight off my shoulders’. I feel physically lighter, secure in my brand-spanking-new knowledge that she’s as much of a freak as I am. Okay, well maybe she didn’t admit to the whole freak thing, but considering how insanely vulnerable I’ve just made myself by telling her what I have, I’m going to draw my own damn conclusions and stick to them. We are a pair of freaks.
Her hands are still folded in mine and they’re shaking just a little. I don’t think it’s from the cold anymore. She smiles at me, looking a bit timid like she knows I’ve just worked out the effect I’m having on her. Normally in these situations I would feel a swelling of manly pride and be all pleased with myself and lots of other conceit-based feelings would swim around my brain... and other places. But I’m getting none of that. All I’m feeling now is a responsibility to this woman to justify what she’s feeling for me.
You know, all this time I’ve been prattling on about how she’s wheedled her way under my skin… about how much trouble I’m in. But I think I’m finally figuring out what’s going on. This feeling… it’s a lot, mind you. But it’s the best thing I’ve felt in a very long time. It might be the best thing ever and that should be fucking scary as hell. Yet, looking in her eyes and feeling her hands tremble under mine, I’m not scared. Is this the way it’s supposed to be? I think it is.
Please God, don’t let her walk out of my life in the morning.
“Orli?” Her voice is hushed and kinda husky and it sends goose bumps up and down my arms. It takes everything inside of me to keep from visibly shuttering.
“Yeah?”
“You really need to kiss me now.”
God damn. “As you wish.”
I reluctantly let go of her hands, burying them in her still-damp hair. I lean forward to capture her mouth with my own but our position is slightly awkward, sitting knee to knee. I don’t want anything to feel awkward tonight. I need to be the one in control, at least for now, or I’m going to go insane so I pull her toward me. She slips off the couch to rest on her knees between my legs. The blanket I wrapped around her moments before slides off her shoulders but she’s not bothered. She knows I’ll keep her warm.
I’m longing to feel her touch and as if she’s read my mind, her hands move to grasp at my sides. Her fingers flex around my ribs almost possessively and as I deepen the kiss I feel her fingernails nip at my rapidly heating skin. I was wrong before. This is the best feeling ever.
I need more and pull her even closer, one hand trailing down her neck over one perfect breast and underneath her arm to palm the small of her back. I can feel her breasts press against my stomach, soft and warm, even through the damp material of the dress that’s been driving me crazy all night. The only thing driving me crazy about it now is that it’s still on her body.
My other hand, I wrap around the back of her neck gently fisting her hair and pulling her head back just a little more. I know the feeling of control I’m reveling in right now is imaginary. She could turn the tables at any time. But she lets me take the reigns. She trusts me and that turns me on in a way I’ve seldom felt. I have a picture in my mind of what we must look like right now and I think it is a travesty on the part of the Plaza Hotel that this room isn’t completely walled with mirrors. Bedroom. We should go to the bedroom now.
“Orli…” she breathes, tearing her lips from mine. That’s not nice. “Bedroom. Now.”
I knew this girl was smart. “As you wish.” That’s seems to be the only thing I can say to her and it doesn’t bother me a bit. We’re still clinging to each other, breathing hard, and I assume she’s thinking the same thing I am. How do we get to the bedroom without actually moving? My brain kicks in first, acknowledging that moving is a necessary evil. When I stand, I bring her up with me, dropping a lingering kiss on her lips before taking her hand and leading her to the next room. I momentarily contemplated tossing her over my shoulder fireman-style but thought better of it. I want this to be completely unrushed.
Once we cross the threshold of my room, I turn her around and pull her back against my chest. She gasps softly and I know that she’s noticed the mirror directly across from us. I meet the reflection of her eyes as I lean my head down to nip at the back of her neck. My left hand rises to cup one breast as my right finds the zipper at the back of her dress. A moment later, the damp cloth has pooled at her feet and she kicks it away. Her breasts are bare to me as I take in the reflection of her clad only in a scant pair of panties.
Every muscle in my body goes completely tense… one in particular. I need to reign myself in here. I take a deep breath, my hands smoothing over her stomach. As my hands move lower, I kneel slowly, trailing kisses down her back. I pull her panties down her legs, not missing an inch of her soft skin as I pass by. After she steps out of her panties, I stand again and pull her back against me once more. I love this feeling. I love that I could look in her eyes throughout it all.
She stands before me now, naked and perfect. Her nipples are taut and while I know that the temperature of the room has had something to do with it, I’m certain it wouldn’t matter at this point if we were in a sauna. I love knowing that I can do this to her. I know I’m staring but I’ve missed this body desperately. I make her turn for me so that I could examine every beautiful part.
I begin to undress, my eyes never leaving her body as she continues to stand before me, completely comfortable in the moment; completely comfortable with my eyes on her. I’d like to take my time with this moment because it’s perfectly intense but the thing is… I’m only wearing the draw-string pants I changed into when we first got back to the room. Didn’t take very long at all. There’s always next time. There better be a next time.
She shivers just a little and now I’m certain that it has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hungry way I’m gazing at her. I know exactly what I must look like because I can feel my desire radiating from every pore.
My mouth moves from hers and trails down her neck. My touch is gentle, caring and I don’t know where the restraint is coming from. All of a sudden, I need this to be so much more than fucking. I know that, no matter how it happens, it won’t be just that to me. But I feel like if I take her hard and fast at this point, she won’t understand. I need to show her. Hard and fast can come later.
I walk her to the bed and lay her down. I admire her body laid out before me once more and for one momentary instant I hear a little voice in my head say, "just take her." Somehow, I ignore it listening only to my, now obsessive, urge to make her feel as special as she has become to me. I lean over her and I know I must look almost feline as I crawl up her body. My mouth meets her breast and I hear her sigh and myself moan at the contact. Her hands tangle in my hair as I suck and lick at the sensitive skin. I swear I can feel ripples of warmth radiate throughout her body... or maybe it’s mine. I already can’t tell the difference.
My fingertips caress her inner thighs as my kiss moves from her breast to her stomach and… oh yes… Her hands fall from my hair and lay limply on either side of her head. She moans her approval and whispers my name. I love that sound. She tastes sweet and salty at the same time. My tongue trails wet paths toward her center. My hands push her legs wider apart as I position myself between them. I want this to be so good for her. I remember exactly how she likes it and from the sounds she’s making, my memory is better than usual.
I run my forefinger up and down her thighs each time coming closer to her center… with the final stroke my finger finds her clit. Her back arches, urging me to continue. But I hold my finger still, watching her struggle against it. Her voice, soft and throaty, whispers how much she wants to feel me inside of her, for me to stop teasing. But I know this game. She likes the teasing as much as the main show, so she remains in the position that I placed her in, relinquishing herself to me. I start to move my finger in soft strokes across that sensitive little nub.
Minutes pass as I continue my assault. I know how she likes to be touched… how she needs to be touched. At this moment I am certain that I am the only man who possesses this precious knowledge. No one else can do this to her; for her. I must have said all that out loud because she’s agreeing with me. There’s that manly pride. Been waiting for him to show up.
That’s it. Just enough pressure to keep her wanting more. I move my finger closer to her opening. She whimpers and I look up. Her breasts are heaving and it seems she can’t speak anymore but it’s her eyes I’m paying attention to and her eyes are willing me to continue.
Surprisingly enough, my own breathing is controlled and deep. I take advantage of the unexpected respiratory discipline and focus it over her slick folds. This drives her insane, I know. She’s writhing now and in an instant my finger is inside of her, massaging her inner walls. My mouth covers her clit and I flick my tongue across it. I use my teeth just a little as I slide in another finger to join the first.
My free hand runs up to cup one breast, but it only barely makes it before her hand catches it. I lift my eyes to see that hers have slid shut as she tangles our fingers together. My eyes land on our joined hands that she has laid atop her stomach and my heart catches. Thank God my body can work independently of my brain because I could have completely lost track of what I was doing and that would have been a shame.
Her hips roll upwards and I know she is longing for deeper contact. I keep my pace slow, taking my time pleasing her. Her moans become breathy and I know exactly what that means. I whisper to her, telling her how beautiful she is and how hot she’s making me. I tell her to let go, but she holding back, I can tell. She wants me inside her. I know because she tells me… as best she can anyway in the state she’s in. I make no move to fulfill her request and continue to stroke her with my fingers. In and out… all the while my tongue caresses her clit. I quicken my pace and I feel her body tense. She’s close. She’s trying to fight it but she can’t. She’s lost to me.
Her hand tightens around mine as her body forces her to let go. I lap at her folds as her juices flow freely. Sweet and salty, just like the rest of her... just like I remember. Her whole body is trembling. She’s flushed and trembling and perfect and I never want this to end. She lies still, recovering from my ministrations and I kiss her inner thigh softly before moving up to stretch out beside her. Her hand still holds mine and I can barely tear my eyes away from the sight of it. I have to though because when she finally opens her eyes I want mine to be the first thing she sees.
When her eyes flutter open I can see they are glassy with unshed tears. I don’t remember having that effect on her last time and I’m a little worried that they are not ‘great orgasm’ tears until she smiles at me. It’s a smile that is, quite literally, heart-stopping. I kiss her lips and her cheek and bury my face in her neck, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.
“That was perfect,” her voice softly declares. She is still catching her breath and I am quite pleased with myself.
“Not quite yet,” I murmur against her skin. Her hand releases mine and I feel the loss only momentarily. She smoothes it over the skin of my shoulder and down over my chest and I swear everywhere she touches feels like it’s being licked by flames. I didn’t think I could get any harder and quite frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a reaction to such simple touches. Simple or not, I’m on bloody fire. Her hand starts to move lower but I don’t move. I’m very content to nip at her neck and enjoy the feeling… for the moment, anyway. A very brief moment… her small hand has just wrapped around me. Firm but not too tight… she remembers me too.
It only takes a few moments of her touch before I’m all but undone. She needs it now too… something I’m sure of when she whispers, "Orlando, please fuck me now." I think I hear myself growl as I shift to lay fully on top of her. I need her lips. I need to kiss her lips, feel her tongue. Her legs are tight around my hips but not as tight as her fingers are fisting in my hair. It kinds hurts… but in that really good way. When I enter her, I do it gently, much to my own surprise. Slowly I sink in until I’m as deep within her as I can get in this position. It’s okay… I’m thinking we’ll try a few different ones tonight.
I pause, unmoving, letting her body feel me, letting me feel her. I gently withdraw only to slam back into her. I continue a pace of slow, steady strokes until she arches against me, silently urging me to go faster. At this point, I’m happy to oblige, and I allow myself to slide in and out of her more quickly. I slow down again for a moment so that I can rise up on my knees without withdrawing from her tight heat. I tilt her hips up, knowing that at this angle I can reach every part of her that makes her moan, makes her writhe… makes her cum.
Her hands fist in the sheets at her sides. I know what she’s feeling. As good as this is right now… I can’t reach any other part of her like this. I reach forward and pull her up toward me. With minimal adjustment, she’s sitting up on my lap and this is so much better. I pull her head down to kiss her; the sensations going through me are just indescribable... I pull away so that I can latch on to one luscious breast as I continue thrusting up into her.
She pulls at my hair bringing my mouth back to hers, teasing my tongue with hers, keeping rhythm with our bodies. My hands are gripping her hips so tightly I’m mildly worried that I may leave marks. Sweat has covered our bodies, our breathing is erratic, our hearts pounded hard. Her muscles are clamping down on me now. My pace is frantic, my need to be deep within her is staggering. I can feel my orgasm building and I fight to withhold it as long as I can.
Her mouth leaves mine, her head falling back as her body falls over into oblivion. She cries out, her muscles are going crazy around me. Her entire body is shaking like a leaf and I continue to thrust. I’m not ready yet. She’s still with me, even as she comes down. She ducks her head down, her tongue flicking at my earlobe as she whispers, "Come for me, Orlando. It’s time to let go." I think my body was waiting for her to say that because her words are all the encouragement that I need. My body reels into the sheer ecstasy, my body shaking in spasms as I empty myself in her.
She relaxes above me, her body slumping down against mine. I wrap my arms securely around her, just holding her for a moment before I lay us both down. The sheets are cool against our heated skin and she sighs. Of all the sounds she makes… I think this one is my favorite. We lay together, our bodies slowly coming down from the high. My eyes slip shut, entirely against my own will. Blindly, I turn us on our sides and tuck her against my body. I’m holding on so tight, I hope she can breathe but I can’t let go. Her breathing slows and I give myself permission to rest a while as well. I’ll wake her up later.
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