With one last push and more than a slight pinch, he’d seated himself all the way inside her—sheathed to the hilt and buried deep, finally and fully.
Audrey had watched porn before. She’d even Googled plenty about what sex felt like, watched plenty of films, read plenty of romance novels, listened with rapt attention whenever Violet came back to their apartment with stories of her latest conquests and escapades. She’d never been shy to ask questions, not since Violet knew about her inexperience, and her best friend was more than happy to describe the feelings and sensations and recount everything in great detail.
Songs, art, books, movies, porn, Violet—none of them had prepared her for the truth.
Theo looked back at her, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.
Nothing and no one had warned her.
No one had told Audrey it would feel like coming home.
A single tear escaped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. Theo’s face immediately fell, but Audrey smiled and held him tighter, digging one hand into his hair and the other into the strong muscles of his broad back. She wrapped a leg around his waist and rolled to the side and onto her back, letting him roll with her and settle his weight fully on top of her.
But her movement only seemed to alarm him further. “Did I hurt you?” he whispered frantically. “I was trying not to, but I can’t…Audrey, I—”
“I love you, Theo,” she whispered back, lifting her other leg and wrapping it around his waist to join the first. “I feel incredible.” It was true. She’d never felt so full, soalivebefore. She bucked her hips up and rolled them, encouraging him to match her cadence once more. “And I want you to keep going.”
He drew in a deep breath.
Dove down to kiss her like his life depended on it.
And really began to move.
He couldn’t seem to form words after that—nothing coherent, anyway. So instead he spoke with his body, filling her so completely that every bit of her burned. Pressure built in places she’d never known existed inside her, and Audrey surrendered to Theo, to the way his heat enveloped her, how his mouth devoured her, the feeling of his fingers digging frantically into her flesh as they melded together as one, two halves of a whole, lost and then found and then stitched together again, like binary stars in a dancing orbit drawn inevitably closer by forces greater than themselves, by the indelible laws of physics and of the universe, spinning and writhing wildlyuntil they combusted, bursting into something different, something new.
The more he moved, the more she needed him to move, the urge for momentum primal and unyielding. His heat became her own, and he held her so tightly that when Audrey closed her eyes, she wasn’t sure where her body ended and Theo’s began. All she knew, all she could feel, all she could divine was raw sensation, building pressure, and stunning, ecstatic oblivion.
With every thrust, with every beat, her heart whispered,I love you.
With every kiss, with every breath, his whispered it back.
They were both beyond themselves. Theo’s lips formed words, but Audrey couldn’t hear them, couldn’t even discern them over the sound of their hearts beating in time.
And then, all of a sudden, she was gone.
The pressure reached a roaring crescendo, urged into being by Theo and his relentless rhythm while he dragged his length along all the most sacred, secret places within her, filling her so completely, the only thing she knew was that she’d forever feel empty without him there now.
She cried out—or at least, she thought she did.
She must have screamed.
Air tore at her throat, cool and harsh as she came.
And with it, her body melted away.
She dissolved into the orgasm he wrung from the furthest recesses of her being, losing all sense of self, all sense of other, all sense of anything aside from overwhelming, otherworldly union andpleasure. But it was so different than any she’d ever felt before—so much stronger, so much more meaningful, earth-shattering and core-shaking.
Her vision filled with light, white and bright and bursting around the depths of Theo’s soft, soulful eyes.
And then all of a sudden, her hearing came back.
When he roared, the world rushed back around her, exploding once again into sound and color as he cried out her name.
He came just after she did, riding the wave of her orgasm right after her, every muscle in his body tensing and trembling, just as she tensed and trembled around him. Tiny aftershocks danced along her skin, twitching across her fingers and toes, which curled into Theo’s soft sheets as she curled her fingers into his back, pressing half-moon nail indents between the constellations of moles lighting up the negative of the night sky etched there.
Theo slumped onto her, heavy and spent, his right hand shaking while he tried—and failed—to prop himself up. Instead, all he managed to do was shift to the side slightly as he pulled out, letting the bulk of his weight fall onto his mattress while leaving their limbs tangled together. He drew her close, nuzzling into her neck and pressing the tiniest, softest kisses into her still-damp hair while she cradled his head in her arms. They lay together in silence, catching their breath for long minutes, and Audrey marveled at the man still wrapped around her.
In the span of one evening, everything had changed—and yet, nothing had.
