To get outside myself.
To push beyond my boundaries.
Once, she had looked to me like another line I couldn’t cross, but instead she turned out to be my horizon.
“You’re the horizon,” I admitted to her as I set off on a relentless race for the pleasure I’d been craving for hours, minutes, and interminable seconds.
“Love…” she whispered, peppering my throat with kisses.
I pulled the cups of her bra down and sucked her stiff nipples.
Selene sucked in a breath and locked eyes with me again because she never wanted me to merely touch her body—she wanted me to touch her heart, her soul, everything.
She took urgent possession of my mouth as she writhed like a goddess beneath me.
Her sweet taste washed over me, awakening every inch of me.
It was overwhelming…so powerful it hurt.
“I belong…inside you…” I continued to mutter dazedly. Selene always said that sex was when I confided my true thoughts in her. She said it was the time when I was most comfortable talking, perhaps because I was never entirely clearheaded. I was not fully conscious of my thoughts, so I opened myself up, lowered my walls, and allowed my emotions to speak.
She must have been thinking the same thing because she smiled at me, and that’s when time stopped.
The world ceased around us because she was so vast, so infinite that it was terrifying.
What kind of fairy magic was this?
Selene grazed her nose against mine then bit into my lower lip and sucked it with a groan of delight.
I thrust into her more eagerly, more roughly.
I felt her shudder beneath me, and I knew that she was close. I clutched the sofa’s armrest on either side of her head, trying to hold on to my composure. My fingertips turned white where they gripped the leather, and my muscles flexed underneath the shirt I longed to rip off along with my pants.
Her nails dug into my back as she arched into my powerful, violent thrusts.
Our ragged breathing bounced off the office walls, and our scents mingled to create a new one that was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
“You belong inside me…” she whispered, her eyes shut tight before giving herself over to a devastating orgasm that had her screaming aloud.
Then, she smiled up at me, her lower lip bloody from where I’d bitten it a little too hard without even realizing it. I licked it gently to ease the pain—a silent apology. I let my head fall into the hollow of her throat and its coconut smell.
She gripped my hair in her hands, and at the same moment, I exploded as well.
Inside her, in my home, my refuge. In the place where I belonged.
Because I too had found my place in the world after traveling for so long down a path of pain.
The Boy who locked himself in his room to get away from the monster was a persistent memory, but it hurt less.
The memory lived inside me but was locked away in a drawer with the rest of my past.
My present was right here with Selene and our daughter.
“Fuck,” I collapsed on top of her, breathless. Our bodies were still locked together, sweaty, exhausted, and still humming with adrenaline. My shirt stuck to my back, my half-undone pants pulling against my thighs. My ass was exposed, and that was exactly where Babygirl’s hands came to rest.
“You like grabbing my ass, huh? You’ve become a little freak,” I teased her. She blushed, but her blue eyes shone with tiredness.
She was exhausted.
