“Oh shit.” I buck and stars explode behind my eyes.
He rockets up my body, rests on his elbows, and presses into my pulsing opening. When he’s deep inside me, he flips us onto his back.
“Ride me babe.” He thrusts up, I shudder over him, and he groans.
With my palms on his chest, I rotate and squirm, loving how his eyes roll back. He speeds, I meet his tempo, my boobs bouncing. Everything is on fire down there as he bucks and I press.
Suddenly, we roll again and he’s on top. Crazed, I lock my legs behind his back, second orgasm racing to the finish line. When it hits, I scream, the headboard bangs and he shouts. After cumming deep inside me, he drops onto my chest, heart racing to the same beat as mine.
We stay like that for the longest time, coming back to life with tiny caresses of our fingertips which eventually get more serious until we’re going at it again.
I lose count of orgasms after that, but it’s almost dark when we stop what we’re doing to get something to eat.
I bring a couple beers to the bed, along with a plateful of cheese and cold meat. Smiling, he watches me while lying on his back, hands behind his head.
When I place the platter on the bed, he grabs me by the waist, and pulls me into him. “I was such an idiot.”
We haven’t yet talked about logistics and I freeze in the middle of our kiss. “How are we going to do this?”
“What? Make love again? I don’t know. Just give me a few minutes and I’m good to go.”
I hit his chest playfully. “Not that, the long-distance thing.”
“Just kidding. I’ve been talking to my partners. It may take a few months but you’re right. This is the perfect place to raise a family. How many you want?”
“How many what?” I laugh at his stupid grin.
“Kids.”
“I don’t know. Two, maybe three?”
“Best we get some more practice, then.” His kiss holds so much warmth, so much promise, I think I may have died and gone to heaven.
Maybe there is a God that gives a shit.
