I thrust into her until she clenched around me, holding on to me, and—probably resenting herself for it—moaning my name again and again.
I groaned as we came together, our breaths intermixing to the very end.
I remained inside her. We were breathing hard then slowly catching our breaths. I was still inside her even when we stilled. It was unlike me—I never stayed, not in that sense, not on purpose, not with anyone, not even with Amber.
It was like I knew that if I didn’t linger, it’d be over. June would be June again, pushing me away, and I would lose what I had gained. I didn’t want to lose the June I was inside of.
I was sure she’d push me off any moment; we both perspired, I felt the wetness of her kisses on my skin, and I knew she felt mine on hers. I was afraid that the June who showered twice a day wouldn’t allow for that to last.
Instead, her hand on my back pressed me further into her, and her other palm on my nape caressed me. She kissed the side of my neck and shoulder where her face was buried, nuzzling my skin.
I trekked my hand along her body where it was pressed to mine. If we continued like this, I’d be hard again.
We stayed like that for a long moment, a moment that was the reverse of the harsh words and loud argument from earlier.
Without pushing me off, June slightly lifted herself and made me roll onto my back with her on top of me. She rested her head and her left palm on my chest.
I held her with my eyes closed, feeling her body fitting perfectly against mine, her breaths, the tingling of her hair on my chest, under my chin, on my shoulder. As much as I enjoyed everything that preceded, I wanted this moment to last even longer.
She brushed her fingers in circles between my pecs.
“I think we just covered another topic, but I doubt it was on your list.”
June’s body quivered first, and then her laughter tore the silence.
I veered my head down, but all I could see was the top of her head. With my fingers holding both sides of her chin, I made her look at me.
“Cultural differences was next. I don’t thinkthatwas it,” she said, still laughing right into my eyes.
I couldn’t help but smile. “You should laugh more.” I traced my finger on the outer edges of her eyes, over the laugh lines that creased them.
She exhaled the last fringe of laughter. “I’m laughing also because I don’t know what to say, Angelo.”
“I usually say whatever is on my mind.”
“I noticed.”
I let out a dry chuckle. “I stopped myself with you too many times. What do you usually say to men you sleep with?”
“It’s been a year and a half since the last time, so I hardly remember.”
I wasn’t that surprised, but maybe something in my expression had changed, because June then added, “Yep, that long.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Probably that I had to get up early. I always do.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. It was so June of her.
“But I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my voice rumbling low. I pulled her up my body so that her face was right above mine. We looked into each other’s eyes. Her eyes sparkled like an ocean under the sun, her face was flushed, and her hair fell like a veil that kept us both inside.
I could see words lingering on her lips.
“What?” I probed.
“That’s not the answer I usually get.”
“That’s because you’re difficult.” I grinned and lifted my head from the pillow, closing the three centimeters between our faces, and kissed her. I cupped the back of her head, fused her to me, and deepened our kiss.
