She struggles to catch her breath but doesn’t move the vibe, and I add a third finger.It’s deliciously tight and Billie screams and swears, something likefuckandSethandoh my GodandI can’t, to which I say that she can, that of course she can, that she’s doing so well, and with that Billie comes hard and loud, a long unbroken shriek erupting from her throat, her spine arching off the bed, and her head is so far back she’s almost pressing its top into the mattress as her body stiffens in an ecstatic, quivering bow.
My hand is soaked and I feel like the king of the world.“That’s two,” I say with a smirk.
“Seth...You’re killing me...”Billie is winded and very red, her drenched hair stuck to her neck and face...“I don’t think I can...Anymore...”
But she doesn’t take the vibrator off.
“Good girl,” I say before I pull out my hand, soaked with her juices, and replace it with my cock.I push against the backs of her thighs until both her knees are on her chest.The bed height is such that I can lean over on straight arms and drive into her with her ankles on my shoulders, and I thrust into her whimpering form, bottoming out.
“God, Seth ...this is almost too much.”Panting, she smiles.“Almost.”
I chuckle and give it to her even harder, the bed creaking with my thrusts, my bare feet struggling for purchase against the short, too-slick carpet, but I keep pushing into her, keep invading, keep trying to get to the center of her, through that hot swollen pussy, to where she’s trembling and wanting, needy and ready, to where she’s pulsing with heat, with desire, to where I can mark her in a way that no one will ever erase, because she’smine, mine, mineand I will not stop, I cannot stop until she knows she belongs to me, too.
She tosses the vibe and replaces it with her fingers, and she rubs hard and fast with one hand as the other clutches me by the neck, and our faces are close, our noses touching, our breath the same breath, my sweat dripping on her as I rut, and I can feel her tightening, my own release suddenly rising, unbidden yet unstoppable.
“Billie, I’m coming,” I say lamely, because what does one say in a moment like this—except Ilove you, please don’t break me, you are everything, please love me, too—so instead you say you’re coming, because what the fuck else is there to say?
She nods and keeps nodding, keeps rubbing, keeps clutching, and then she tilts her hips up, quite the feat given how she has no space to move, but she lifts and stiffens and we fall over the edge together, eyes locked, the mix of bliss, terror, and affection in her gaze mirroring the emotions in mine.
****
In the aftermath, welie awhile in silence, naked on top of covers, bodies doused and replete.
Her arm rests across my chest, and I trace squiggly lines on her forearm.
“I think I need to go to my room tonight,” Billie says.
“Why?”
“My talk is tomorrow.I should get a good night’s sleep before it.Do my hair, get ready.”
“You can do it tomorrow.We’ll set the alarm so you can leave early and get ready.”
She stiffens ever so slightly, but doesn’t say anything.
“Or I can bring my stuff and come with you.”
She remains quiet.
“Billie?”
“Mm?”She starts to draw lazy circles on my pecs.
“What happens after the conference?”
She lifts her head off my shoulder to look at me with questioning eyes.“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.What happens with us?”
She shrugs.“Nothing.I guess I go back to Raleigh and you go back to Philly.”
She might as well have slapped me.
Sheshould’veslapped me.It would have hurt less.
“Nothing?”I sit up in bed, and she withdraws her arm from my body, watching me warily.“Nothing?This is just a conference hookup for you and now we go back to our lives?”
She sits up, too, and crosses her arms.The closing-off signal is clear and, suddenly, I feel hopeless.As hopeless as I was years ago.
