My confession feels loud and heavy, and I am scared to say it back, yet I know it’s more than true. My brain flashes, and I want to share many more experiences with her.
Skydiving, rock climbing, bungee jumping, and off-roading in my truck. All ending like this, in my bed, the back of my truck, or on my bike.
Kokami.
Every weekend could be like this. She could even stay over on the days we have school together. I’d have her in the morning, starting the day off right for both of us. Fuck her at night to take away the day’s worries.
It would be so perfect.
At the end of the semester, we won’t have to hide anymore. I’ll graduate, and we can have dates in town like a normal couple.
If I weren’t so turned on by her, I’d stay locked inside her forever. She’s that good for me in so many ways. She arches into me, her hands suddenly clutching my shoulders and grinding her mound into me.
Our tongues weave and twist together, seeking more of each other until I’m left sucking her tongue between my teeth.
“Harder,” she murmurs against my mouth, her legs winding around my body, rocking against me. “And deeper . . . so much deeper.”
I do precisely as she commands, a small cry rewarding me as I slam into her repeatedly, almost to the point it’s tight and painful on my cock.
“You love it rough, don’t you, Izzy?”
“Yes.”
The word sounds more like a grunt when she answers with a violent thrust into her slippery pussy. We move together, giving and taking in opposite succession as we climb to our releases together.
It dawns on me that we are in a state of dynamic equilibrium, where forward and reverse reactions occur simultaneously.
More commonly known as opposing processes, balancing each other and creating a state where opposing forces, as we are to each other, coexist and date in perfect harmony.
My brain fires at that simple discovery about us, and my thrusting doubles in ferocity until she screams my name, her nails scratching up my back. Her hands slip from my shoulder, from the heat from my body mixing with hers.
Her eyes pinch close. Her jaw relaxes. Her pussy clenches so tight I’m bursting inside her. My release is long and blissful, sending shivers down my spine with how much I’m pouring into her soft body.
My lips find hers once more, needing to own her mouth the same as I own her pussy. Her tongue doesn’t dart out to meet mine. It surrenders her mouth to be overtaken, allowing me to open access to another hole of hers. It’s dizzying and intoxicating, something I’m quickly getting addicted to.
We ride out our shared climax, the first time it’s happened. I plan on experiencing many more firsts with her, which makes my heart thunder in my chest, while a bit of worry slices through my brain.
Don’t fuck this up.
22
ISABELLA
“That smells delicious already. But you really didn’t have to make dinner. We could have ordered in, or I could have just gone home.”
The scent of garlic and olive oil weaves through the air, grounding me in his space, which feels too easy to settle into. My arm drapes around his waist, and my cheek presses against the bare skin of his shoulder.
He’s only wearing sexy gray sweatpants. His muscles shift under my touch as he stirs the pan. His warmth seeps into me, wrapping around the quiet hum of peace and contentment in my chest.
“Don’t even talk about going home, Iz. We have plenty of time this evening before I lose you to work, stress, and the always uptight Professor Rossi.”
His hand moves with practiced ease, flipping the chicken in the skillet to accompany the pasta he has boiling. I chuckle, squeezing him a little.
“I heard she’s a nightmare teacher. A real hard ass.”
“She’s the worst, but I can attest to her ass being very hard.”
His chuckle rumbles beneath my cheek.
