“Fuck,” he says, throwing his head back. The muscles in his neck and chest are all tense. His brow is furrowed up, his eyes are closed until he seems to remember he wants to watch me, too, and then he forces them back open, glazed and heavy-lidded.
It’s only after about three or four minutes of this particular stimulation—the sounds, the view, his cock—that the orgasm comes over me in layers. I don’t stop moving as I moan.
“I feel you coming,” he moans. “I can feel it. Fuck.”
And the amazing thing is…this triggers his orgasm. Just as I’m nearly finished, his whole body goes as taut as an arrow on a bow, about to be launched…and then he lets go. He whines and gasps and moans so loudly, and so deeply, I tuck the sound away in my mind for masturbation fodder. I will definitely be replaying that again in the near future. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
After I’m certain he’s done spasming inside me, I slowly lift myself so he glides out, and then lie back on the bed next to him. He shifts so we are staring at one another, side by side, looking very much like two people who just fucked each other very hard.
I snort and then begin to laugh. Before I know it, I’m doubledover, laughing deeply with my belly, and Adam is laughing, too. “What are we laughing at?” he asks between breaths.
“I don’t even know,” I say. “It’s the hormones. The serotonin—”
“And the oxytocin and the dopamine,” he finishes. “But again, this has never happened with anyone else before for me.”
“Everyone is different,” I say primly.
Adam raises a brow with a smile. “You’re pretty resistant to the idea that I feel like the connection I have with you is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before with anyone else.”
I blink. “I am?”
“Well, I shouldn’t say it like I know for sure. But you seem to be resistant to the idea. Like when you mentioned dopamine before.” He shakes his head. “This isn’t the dopamine, Sky. I don’t understand what I’m feeling for you, but it’s something more.”
I frown. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”
“I—” He hesitates and my heart jumps. I wasn’t expecting anything close to an affirmative when I asked the question. In fact, I was expecting a hardOf course I’m not, it’s only been a few days and three sexual encounters.And so I’m floored when he says this next: “I’ve never been in love before, Sky, but I have to admit, when I imagined what it would be like…” He gestures a little bit, like he can’t find the right words. “It was exactly like this, with you.”
I put my hand on my heart and close my eyes and try to find the words for what I’m feeling myself. “Kind of like your chest is so full you’re afraid it might rip open and illustrated pink hearts will come flying out and attack everyone?”
“That…wasn’t the imagery I would have gone with, but that actually sounds about right.” He chuckles and places his own hand on his fuzzy chest.
“Well, if that’s love, then maybe I’m feeling it, too.”
He whips his head toward me, his eyes a little wide. “Yeah? Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. That’s how my chest feels right now. Like it’s going to explode into a million flying hearts and murmur all around us.”
He barely lets me finish speaking. He comes to me so fast, my last word is cut off short by his kiss.
This isn’t a normal kiss, at least so far, for us. This kiss is full of feeling, and passion, and…maybe love. I don’t know. It’s all new to me, too, like it is for him. And before I know it, Adam has another condom on, and he’s inside me again, just like this, side by side, face-to-face, my leg draped over his hip. He enters in and out slowly, kissing me. I know I’m not going to come, and when I tell him this, he says okay. He finishes, and it’s a beautiful thing. And then, before I know it, I’m straddling his face, his fingers at my nipples, mimicking his tongue at my clit, and then I’m coming so hard, I wonder if someone can die from having too many powerful orgasms in a day.
“What a way to go,” I murmur as I slide down to rest my head against his shoulder.
At some point, I shower, and Adam joins me, which I find I don’t actually like, since his broad shoulders steal all the water. So I kick him out after he’s done washing, and then we brush our teeth and he watches me, smiling, as I put on my skincare products.
And then we return to bed. And for the first time in my life, I sleep with a man. The man I’ve wanted for years, even before I had returned to this body to enjoy him with. If only I could have gone back and told myself when I was a ghost. I’d have never believed such a fortune could befall me.
29
I am awakened once againto the scent of bacon, and I wonder if my sisters are back, in my room, watching me and Adam sleep like a couple of creeps. I open one eye to check, but the room is empty and beginning to fill with light. This means the scent must be wafting all the way upstairs from the kitchen, and I can only assume that indicates that Nadia is home. She must know Adam spent the night. I can’t think of any other reason why she’d be cooking breakfast. Certainly she wouldn’t think it was worth her while if it were just me alone.
I perform what feels like sneaky ninja moves to get out of bed without waking Adam, and in the bathroom I decide my hair definitely needs washing. Copious amounts of sex turned it into one big tangle.
When I get out, wearing my fuzzy robe, Adam’s sitting up in bed, furiously typing on his phone. He looks up at me with a big, lazy smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” I sit on the bed. “Sorry if this is weird, but I’mpretty sure Nadia is cooking us breakfast downstairs. She’s probably going to do some gloating and take credit for setting us up and all that.”
He laughs. “No worries. Trust me, I deal with my fair share of weirdness from a grandparent.”
