“Tempo.”
“Good girl.” His lips pressed against mine. “Now open up for me, beautiful.”
And I did just that as he slid me slowly down onto his manhood. My mouth opened for him like she was heat.
“Ooh!” I let out a moan as he pushed in deep.
“You good?” He checked in, and I nodded. My words were caught somewhere between my pussy and my throat.
“I need to hear you say it, beautiful. I need to know I’m not hurting you.”
“You’re not hurting me.”
He was deep. My insides were stretched to capacity, but it wasn’t overwhelming. It wasn’t too much. He was filling me just right, like he was made for me. I loved how his hands guided my hips, how he slowly fed me inch by inch. He let me lead. He let me find a rhythm that didn’t hurt.
“Fuck! Noa…” He groaned. “You feel like perfection.” He rocked into me from below. It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t feel broken. Nah, in his arms, I didn’t feel sick. I felt wanted. I rolled my hips, matching his rhythm.
“Oooh, fu—ck!”
“Mmmmhmm.”
Every stroke he made into my middle felt deliberate, like he was learning my body, learning every nook and cranny to hit to drive me crazy. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be fucked so good. I was floating. The way I was going to be rolling around after this man wasn’t even funny. My head fell back and then forward, resting on his shoulder as the pleasure consumed me.
“You good?” he whispered, kissing my temple.
“Perfect.” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I got you.” He kissed the side of my face.
“That’s it, Noa. Ride me just like that. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
“Quade… Oh my God!” I gasped, pressing my forehead to his. My thighs trembled on top of him. I was about to explode. “I’m cumming!”
“You wet me, you mine.” He slid one hand up to the back of my neck and held me in place. “You hear me, Noa?”
“Yes!” My body jerked against his, and my insides clenched tight around him as I let go.
“Good girl! Give it to me!” I felt him expanding inside me. He was following me over the edge, groaning low into my neck. His body shook beneath me, and he pulled out, allowing his semen to coat my belly.
“Fuck!” He grunted, pulling me in closer. We stayed like that for a minute, allowing our breathing to return to normal.
“You okay?”
“More than okay.”
He glanced down at my legs still shivering, and worry flashed across his face. “You sure? I don’t want you cramping up.”
“I’m good,” I whispered. “But I think you might have to carry me.”
“I was going to do that anyway.” He grinned as he slowly stood to his feet with me in tow. “Let’s get you to bed.”
I curled into him as he carried me down the hall to my dimly lit bedroom. I couldn’t think straight. I was still on a high. I barely even noticed when he set me gently on the bed, pulled the comforter up over me, and slid in beside me. I should have felt nervous, should have been in my head about what we’d just done, about what this meant, but I wasn’t. Nope, I was lifting up and resting my head on his chest.
“This feels right, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I replied, and he wrapped his arms around me. The last thing I felt was his lips on my temple as I dozed off to sleep. The world outside faded. Nothing else seemed to matter. There was only him and me, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was just surviving. I felt like I was living.
Wakingup next to her felt like peace. The kind of peace I didn’t even know I was missing, but now that I had it, I wasn’t in a rush to let it go. The sunlight was already cutting through the blinds, reminding me that this moment was on borrowed time. I stretched slowly, extending my arms over my head. I let out a quiet groan. This was the first time in years I didn’t wake up tense. Didn’t wake up wondering what was next for me. None of it seemed to matter with her smooth skin next to me and vanilla scent creeping up my nose. I turned toward her. She was still lying beside me, sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. I sat up carefully, trying not to disturb her. I needed to figure out what time it was. Like any other Monday, I had a full workitinerary. I should have been moving with a little more fire, but I couldn’t. I was stuck, just sitting there, taking her in.
