"Oh, fuck. You're getting tighter," he muttered, his hands gripping my hips harder as he pounded into me. "Please tell me your close."
I was. The edge shimmered before me, pulling me closer, tempting me to leap over. My breath left my lungs in pants and short moans as I struggled for release. It hovered there, just out of my reach.
My head fell back and I arched into him. I needed more. Something.
Ben lowered his head and lifted me just enough to lightly bite my nipple through my shirt.
I broke, the tension snapping like a spring wound too tightly. Light burst behind my eyes and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me. Ben crashed into me, a loud groan escaping his mouth where it rested against my breast.
I clung to him as my body shuddered from the intense pleasure. Ben held me pinned against the wall, panting as the vestiges of his own climax faded away. His hands lowered me and then we were both on the cool wood floor, sweaty and too exhausted to move.
Somehow I ended up sprawled over his body with him still inside me. I had no idea how he had the strength to keep us from crashing to the ground because my muscles were about as useful as cooked noodles.
Hmmm. Spaghetti sounded good right about now.
His hands caressed my back as I hummed and he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Spaghetti," I answered, both hungry and sleepy. Maybe I could eat after a nap.
Ben chuckled. "Really? Because I just realized that I completely forgot about a condom."
I lifted my head from where it rested on his shoulder and looked down at him. "Well, I'm on the pill but we should probably get tested before we do that again, just to be sure."
He nodded, his hands holding my ribs. "Sounds good. Definitely better than spaghetti."
"Nothing's better than spaghetti with you. Naked and in bed."
He smiled up at me, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling, as if he found my weirdness endearing. "I could probably arrange that. In a little while."
"Why not now?" I asked, blinking as a drop of sweat rolled down my forehead and into the corner of my eye.
"Because I can't feel my legs," he replied.
"That's my line."
The smile remained on his face, but it changed as he lifted a hand and cupped my cheek.
"I love you, Sierra."
I closed my eyes for a moment as those words settled in my heart. It was the first time he'd said them and I hadn't felt the icy fingers of fear grip me. Then I opened them again so I could meet his gaze when I said, "And I love you too, Ben."
"Is it that difficult to say?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I'm just not used to saying those words to anyone."
He pulled me down for a kiss. "Then maybe you should practice. We'll start with twice a day and work our way up from there."
I pinched his nipple in punishment, but he only laughed and rolled us so that I lay beneath him.
The floor was cold beneath my back and I hissed when my overheated skin pressed into it.
"That wasn't nice," I said, pouting a little.
"Let me make it up to you."
Then, he kissed me and I completely forgot about the floor.
At least until he lifted his head and looked down at me. The corners of his mouth curled slightly.
