“Emery. Wait.” My voice sounds far more controlled than I feel.
But she’s already moving. “Michael, oh God. You feel so good.”
I grab onto her hips to slow her down. Her body feelstoogood, and I want to make sure she’s on the same page as I am.
“Are you okay?” She halts and reaches her hand out to caress my cheek.
The gesture is so simple. But it hits a nerve inside of me, the one where I never let anyone too close.
I cover her hand with mine. “I’m okay. More than okay. You just feel too damn good—I may lose it before we’ve even gotten going.”
She smiles. “Don’t worry. I feel like I’m nearly there already.”
“You sure?” I groan.
“Positive. Don’t hold back on my account.” And she starts pistoning her hips as she moves over me.
I take hold of her hips again and begin to move in earnest. If she’s going all in, then I am too.
Emery
I forget we’re outdoors; I forget my own name. All I’m aware of is Michael inside of me.
I may be on top, but he’s taken the reins and is driving up into me from below. I hang on for dear life, my hands locked onto his shoulders.
Our lovemaking becomes even more frenzied, and I drop my hips to get even closer to him. His lips meet mine, and he wraps his arms around my back and grabs my ass as we both cry out at the same time.
I feel him jerk and thrust into me hard, and that propels my climax even more.
My orgasm goes on…and on and on.
When I finally come down from the high, I drop my head onto his shoulder. I can’t even open my eyes for a moment.
“Holy shit.” Michael’s low tone vibrates in my ear.
I laugh and lift my head to meet his gaze.
“Amazing.”
He cups my cheek with his hand and captures my mouth with his.
Our kiss feels poignant for some reason. Almost like we both feel the expiration date that we’ve set on our relationship.
He kisses me for a long time, gentle and unhurried.
And I feel every bit of his passion. For me, for life, for whatever this is that we’re in the middle of.
His lips are like a drug.I can’t ever get enough.
“Me neither.”
Did I say that out loud?
I smile against his lips. “I didn’t mean to tell you what was in my brain just now. But I tend to do that sometimes. Mostly when I drink. Apparently, post-orgasm is another type of high where I am too uninhibited.”
His hand roams over my bare back. “I like it. But why didn’t you want to tell me?”
“Because…” I suck in a breath. “It’s a lot to process.”
