I won’t be abandoned.
I won’t be left behind.
He lifts one hand to squeeze my breast, then pinches my nipple while he thrusts even deeper, and that’s it.
I’m done.
No,undone.
My toes curl.
My thighs strain.
My head drops back.
And I orgasm in a blinding flash of exquisite bliss, my pussy clenching around the steel rod of his cock while I scream his name.
He strains into me, moaning out a soft, “Fuuuuuck, so good.”
My inner walls beat out an erratic pulse, squeezing him and spasming and drowning me in a steamy fog of nothing but endless pleasure.
Just me.
And Oliver.
And this place.
Nothing else exists.
Nothing but the ecstasy of coming all over his cock while he’s coming inside of me.
Coming inside me and panting and groaning and pinning me to the wall as my thigh muscles begin to quake and my orgasm slowly fades away.
I can’t catch my breath.
Can’t feel my feet.
Don’t know if I can stand.
Or why I’d ever need to.
Oliver drops his head to the crook of my shoulder, panting.
I don’t know when I looped my arms around his shoulders, but it’s the only thing I have to hang on to.
And I don’t want to let go.
When I let go, the rest of the world is real.
He’s still on a mission to disappear.
I’m still with him only as long as I’m useful.
“Daph?” he pants.
I make a gargled noise that he seems to understand means I’m listening.
“I’m glad it’s you.”
