“Before you, I had no trouble telling people no, but you…” He shook his head. “You’re different.”
“Different how?” I asked, noticing that Gio was looking at me in a way he’d never looked at me before.
He shook his head. “Just…” He lifted up and hovered over me. “Different.”
Keeping himself separated safely from my back, Gio grabbed my pants and pulled them down my waist and carefully rolled them down my legs. I moved in tandem with him, doing whatever it took to get my pants off and give him the access to me that he needed. My mind was laser-focused on getting Gio inside of me, and it was muddled by how badly I wanted to be with him.
Not just now.
I gasped as I felt the feeling of his heated length come up and lace between my legs. My mind was already so far gone, that all I could do was bite into the pillow below me as he poked inside of me and started to slide in. His hands gripped onto my hips and even though I could feel his fingers squeezing into my skin like he was barely managing to hold himself back, he moved slowly and carefully. I knew it wasn’t his style--Gio liked it fast and rough, and he wasn’t the only one--but he was being deliberate.
Patient.
Though I liked Gio’s rougher side, something about the way he was slowly pushing in, making it so that I could feel every inch of him as he moved was trying to snap my consciousness in half. It was one of the best things I’d ever felt, and it was difficult for me not to push up and try to increase the friction myself. It elevated us to a place neither of us had ever been to before. It was like it was helping us realize the way that we slotted together perfectly. Almost like our bodies were made to compliment one another.
And he was realizing it the same way I was.
“I’m so close already,” he said. “Why?”
I just shook my head. “I don’t know, but I am too.”
Gio’s fingers dug even more into my hips, and I found myself lifting backwards to meet Gio’s thrusts. Just as we were both losing control--both about to throw caution out the window and default to what we knew--Gio stopped thrusting just as my body started to shake. We moaned our way through simultaneous orgasms and Gio’s fingernails scratched across my hips as he started to fall and he yanked his hands to the side to prop himself up before he fell on me.
On my wound.
“You too,” I managed to huff out between breaths. “You’re different too.”
“Different how?” he asked.
I rolled over to my back, being extra careful not to do anything that would exacerbate my wound. I put my hands on Gio’s face and studied it, thinking that if I never had to look away from it again, that would be okay with me. “Just … different.”
40
GIO
Avion and I laid in the greenhouse for as long as I could stand to be there. We watched as the daylight changed from casting a gleaming yellow through the glass dome, to warm oranges and reds, and eventually a deep blue. For as happy and comfortable as I was, we could have been laying there for an hour or ten and I wouldn’t have known the difference. Holding Avion in my arms, gently stroking her hair, drifting in and out of consciousness and pretending as if the outside world didn’t exist, it was a happiness I didn’t feel like I deserved.
The more I enjoyed it, the more anxious it made me, like it was entirely possible when we finally got on that elevator and left the peaceful, almost electric-free greenhouse--a few lights and automatic waterers were necessary--we were going to discover that the world was burning to the ground and it was our fault for daring to be happy for a few moments.
But eventually, Avion did the responsible thing that I didn’t want to do. “We should probably go, huh?”
I shifted, wrapping Avion up tighter. “Do we have to?”
“You and I both know if you continue to lay up here, you’re going to continue to get all anxious and twitchy.”
“I’m not anxious and twitchy,” I retorted, but then Avion lifted her hand and set it on my leg, stopping it from shaking, when I didn’t even realize it was. “Okay, fine. I’m a little twitchy and anxious.”
“Come on.” She tapped my leg. “Let’s head back.”
Avion and I spent the next ten minutes getting dressed and then we locked hands to make our way back through the spiral towards the elevator. There was something hanging in the air between us--something I recognized as the same thing that hung between us after we had sex in my car after fleeing the Narzand Brothers’ compound. It was this realization we were experiencing simultaneously that the sex was more than just sex. We started to verbalize it, even if all we could say was that we were ‘different’ for one another, we both knew what it meant.
There were feelings there stronger than a carnal attraction.
As we walked towards the elevator, that same tension hung between us, like weprobablyshould talk about it more. There was more that had to be said, and for as long as neither of us were willing to say it, every time we weren’t just a dom and a sub, we were gonna be saddled with this weight that each moment we had together was the last one.
Even having some idea of it, I didn’t say anything, and neither did she. We just held hands and walked in silence, somehow being okay with not defining what we were for now. I knew that, for me, it was because I had a fear that Avion just might leave if I told her that she could.
What was her fear?
