He pulls back again and thrusts into me over and over again, his body taut and his muscles rippling with effort.
I surf on the waves of joy he’s giving me. I move with him, arching to meet his thrusts. Our bodies are now slick with a thin layer of perspiration. The blended smell of fresh sweat and arousal fills the room as our bodies slap together. His breath comes faster and heavier. The intensity of his movements increases to a feverish pitch.
When my orgasm explodes, its power makes me cry out. I shudder as I come undone. Darrel follows close behind me. His eyes are shut. His body tenses up, and his facial muscles contort with pleasure-pain. Finally spent, he collapses onto me, without propping himself up.
Men are heavy!
A concern for my bones is quickly replaced by a blissful satisfaction. Bearing his unmitigated weight makes what we just did, our physical union—sex—more real somehow. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.
When he rolls off me, he looks exhausted but happy. I snuggle up to him. He pulls me into his arms.
We remain like this, sweat soaked and panting, until our breathing slows down. But, even after it does, the effects of our lovemaking persist. A flush of pleasure warms my face. My brain bathes in all sorts of hormones. I feel dizzy. The thick, liquefying warmth spreads from my head to every part of my body, reaching my limbs, my fingers, and my toes.
A short time later, Darrel sits up and peels off the condom. He then saunters to the bathroom to discard it, treating me to a lovely view of his muscular back and firm ass. He returns with a warm, humid towel and cleans me up. There’s less blood than I expected.
“How are you feeling, now that you’ve beendeflowered?” he asks, pulling the covers over us.
“Heavenly.”
He smiles. “I can rest easy, then.”
“For now.” I settle more comfortably and let my eyelids drop. “I might need a booster in the morning. Will you be up for it?”
“Only if you beg.”
I half open one eye. “What makes you think I won’t?”
“Er… nothing.” Cracking up, he adds, “Really—nothing.”
I love that I can make him laugh!
I’m drifting off to sleep in his arms, contented and fulfilled, when his phone makes chimes.
He fumbles for it. It’s a text message, and the caller ID reads CG Burner. Turning away from me, he reads the message and then tosses the phone on the bed. He doesn’t look happy.
With my eyesight being near perfect, I can read the message from where I am.
Just wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying my vacation.
That’s it; that’s the text. I know I shouldn’t have read it without his permission. But now that I have, I’m not going to pretend I haven’t.
“Sounds like good news,” I say, pointing to the screen. “But you seem upset?”
“She shouldn’t have texted me,” he mutters. “It was for emergencies only.”
Aha, so CG is a she.
Could it be the lady from Theodor’s earlier message, the one Darrel thinks he might go out with? Or could this be work related? One doesn’t exclude the other. It could be both.
“Are you worried her message will get intercepted?” I ask him. “She didn’t say anything specific, though… And don’t you security agent types havesecurelines?”
“No lines are truly secure when the person listening in is a member of the elite group that rules the world.”
While I mull over his statement, he rakes his hands through his hair. “I’m supposed to go somewhere in two days, but I’ll have to leave earlier.”
“How early?”
“Tomorrow morning, as soon as I’ve introduced you to the agent who’ll be watching over you for a while.”
