“Breathe, Charlie.” He kisses me softly and delicately. The rest of him slips inside as I wrap my hands around his neck, bringing him closer and silently begging him to move.
When he does, the rhythm is much too slow and leisurely for my liking. “Go faster,” I say biting his bottom lip.
Cyrus leans away. With his body perpendicular to mine, he lifts my butt slightlyhigher in the air, giving himself better purchase. His thrusts increase and he uses his thumb to rub against my exposed clit.
“I can’t come again,” I say when the touch of his fingers causes my skin to tingle up to my arms. I’ve never had two orgasms.
He snickers, his head shaking. “You are definitely going to come again.”
It’s not possible. I open my mouth to explain, but he quickly leansforward and places his lips on the corner of my mouth, kissing softly. The pressure of his fingers increases and I pull his body closer with my hands and arms wrapped around his back. Even though my mind continues to tell me I’ve never had two orgasms this close together, my body tingles and vibrates. My back arches, my legs stiffening, and I push myself closer to the ceiling with each of his thrust.My body is searching out another release.
“Oh God.” I push my head back into the pillow and grab his hair at the back of his head. My back arches up, my shoulders coming off the mattress. “Fuck.” The word carries through the room as I stretch the one syllable out for the length of my orgasm.
“Fuck is right.” Cyrus leans over my body his chest against mine. He kisses my neck, biting the skinas he slams into me one last time before spilling his release into the condom.
His breathing is labored, matching mine when he stops. He doesn’t pull out and roll over like most men have done in my past. Cyrus keeps his position. Our noses touch, and he kisses me quickly, a few short pecks with our lips barely meeting.
“I love you,” he says before one final kiss. This one lasts a second longer,but not enough. He pulls out, rolls the condom up, and tosses it into a trashcan under his bed table.
I can’t believe Cyrus is saying he loves me again.
I can’t believe I had the best sex of my life with my best friend. Lost in my own little bubble of haze and excitement, I don’t struggle as he pulls the covers from the bed and wraps them around my naked body. He stretches out beside me, drawingme into a spooning cuddle position. Another thing I never thought I’d ever have the opportunity to do…cuddle with Cyrus.
I’m almost as tall as he is, but he slides his body down and continues to kiss along my back and shoulder. His thumb rubs circles on my hip, but doesn’t move in either direction besides resting on top.
“Oh, and Charlie…” he says piling my hair up and over the pillow. “We’redefinitely doing this couple thing.”
He can’t see it from his position behind me, but I smile, my lips stretching across my face in probably the happiest moment I’ve ever had. Even better than winning a silver medal. “Yup.”
