Nodding, I pull her flesh from between her teeth with my thumb. “Yeah?”
“I’m on birth control now, so if you wanna—”
Gee doesn’t get the rest of the words out of her mouth before I’m notching the tip of my cock at her entrance, tilting my hips forward and watching myself disappear inch by fucking inch, Giselle’s pussy sucking me in nosily.
She’s fits around me like a fucking dream, so much warmer and wetter now I can feel her fully without the barrier of latex separating the two of us.
Palming the back of her thighs, I push forward, urging Gee’s knees to bend on the mattress, beside her head.
I’m not going to be gentle – I can’t – and I think Giselle knows it too.
I set a hard and fast rhythm, swiping the pad of my thumb over her clit until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me, sharp nails raking up and down my back. I hope she leaves a mark behind.
With a high-pitched whine and a gush of wetness, Gee comes all over my cock, milking me for everything I have. I follow not far behind, her name a pleasured groan on my lips, coating the walls of her fluttering pussy with my cum.
When I’m able to feel my legs again, I pull out, watching as Gee goes to close her legs and—
“Nuh uh.” I spread her thighs open again, clamping them to the mattress. “I wanna see something, Gee. Bear down.”
I watch Giselle’s folds tighten and then contract, my cum seeping out, a small droplet at first, followed by more.
Bending my pinkie finger to the knuckle, I run Giselle’s celibacy ring through her folds and our combined arousal, gathering up the cum there and then presenting it to her.
“Lick it off.”
Staring up at me through sleepy eyes, Gee grasps my wrist, keeping my hand steady as she sticks her pretty pink tongue out and proceeds to lave her way around the gold ring, cleaning up every last drop.
When I eventually regain feeling in my legs, I slide out of Gee with a hiss, moving to grab a handful of tissues from Giselle’s makeup vanity to clean the both of us up.
Less sticky and happily sated, I crawl beneath the sheets, gathering my girl in my corded arms. Wordlessly, she kisses my bicep, resting her head on my chest, her fingers splayed wide over my stomach.
Comfortable silence washes over both of us; our laboured breathing the only sound in the entirety of Giselle’s apartment.
Trailing my palm over the shape of Giselle’s skull, I rub a soft strand of her dark hair between my thumb and forefinger. My breathing might have calmed down after our workout, but I can still feel my heart racing inside my chest cavity.
I want to say it, I want to say it so bad, but…
Recalling the first grounding technique my therapist taught me in our most recent session a fortnight ago, I focus on each individual sensations around me, naming them inside my head.
The feel of Giselle lying on my chest, her weight a comforting reminder.
The taste of her still on my tongue.
The smell of shampoo still clinging to her hair, wafting up to greet my nostrils as I inhale deeply, stomach and ribcage expanding.
The sight of her, dark hair slipping over one shoulder, the still so jarring sight of her bare left hand intertwined with mine.
The sound of her rhymical inhale and exhales, the sound of my name on her lips…
“Hudson?”
“Hm?”
“Promise you’ll keep it safe?” Her slight fingers play with the gold ring on my pinkie finger, twisting it around and around, but I know that’s not all Giselle means.
Placing two fingers under her jaw, I tilt her chin upwards to meet my lips.
“I promise.” I bring my attention to my breathing, the gallop of my heartbeat in my chest and I take the leap. “I love you, Giselle. Thank you for allowing me to feel safe enough to love again.”
