My cock twitched, and I did as she commanded, heightening my own arousal, like I was empathetically connected to her, like her joy was mine.
Her hand grazed down me and found my erection, all pulsing desire. She met my rhythm, slick up-down, harder and faster, and I was kissing her, licking her, stroking, stroking, stroking. My knees buckled under me, and I didn’t know if I could stay upright as her fingers cradled my balls. Mine slid inside her while my thumb continued to rub her right in the spot that had driven her mad the last time we were together.
I watched her fall apart, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d witnessed in a long time.
“Oh, my God,” she said, her knees closing, letting me know she’d climaxed. All at once she loosed her grip on me and cried out. “Oh, fuck.”
Her desultory eyes opened, and she half-laughed, half-moaned. And then she resumed her neglected hand work, panting still from the exertion of her own orgasm. I planted my hands on either side of her watching her slowly jack me off, and when I came, it shot all the way up to her left boob. Before I could put the filter on my mouth, I said, “Water spout.”
My head hung slack as I recovered my breath, and she said, “I’m laughing on the inside, but right now, my mind is fucking butter. Damn.”
We took the time to clean each other off, running soap along each other’s legs and backs. She washed my hair—which was a strangely intimate experience and a bit awkward considering my height. I washed hers, kissing her as I sluiced water through to rinse it. We got out and wrapped ourselves in the fluffy towels. I tousled her hair until it stopped dripping, and then I followed her back to the bedroom.
She backed me onto the mattress, then followed, knees straddling my lap, settling her groin against mine, and rocking into me, using me for her own pleasure. I wasn’t complaining.
I knocked her onto her back so I could touch her, see her, taste her. As my hand skimmed across her belly, down between her legs, her breath came shallow. I savored the way her legs fell open for me, the little gasps as my fingers slid along the slick opening into her, finding her still ready for me.
She threw her leg across my thighs, unwrapped a condom she’d pulled from somewhere, rolled it on me, and then positioned herself above me. “Is this what you want?” she asked, a little too late.
“Right this moment, this is everything I want,” I confessed.Shewas everything I wanted. It was too soon to say that, maybe too soon to even know that for sure, but once I’d let go of my doubts, this felt so right. We just fit together.
When I entered her, slowly, so slowly, we both exhaled. She stared down at me, then bent to suck on my lips, and I’d never felt so close to anyone in my life.
I grabbed her hips, and then as she began to move, I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies working in unison. I needed more. I pushed up on my elbows and wrapped my arms around her so I could flip her onto her back. But once I was inside her again, I only wanted to gaze at her, memorize the way her hair fanned out against her sheets, the beauty of her skin in the pale light. I loved looking at her. I loved the way she looked at me, like she saw me, like she saw me and liked me anyway.
In that moment, I lovedher.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you again. I didn’t expect this.” I moved a strand of hair away from her face, tentative again, as if I wasn’t already buried in her up to the hilt.
“Same. I thought I’d screwed things up too much.”
“But we figured it out, didn’t we?” I brushed her lips with mine, so soft. “Is it crazy to think we were meant to find each other?”
Maybe I was searching for meaning where there was none.
A ghost of a smile curved her lips. “I don’t know. I’m glad we did.”
I bent to kiss her, and then unable to stand the torment any longer, I dragged out excruciatingly slowly, both of us groaning.
Elizabeth clawed my shoulders, bucking her hips into me, and I want her more and more. I matched her rhythm, like waves pounding the surf, until at last her face twisted and she cried out my name. A tsunami of pleasure consumed me, my voice guttural and wild.
I collapsed onto her, and her arms cocooned me, held me tight, all breath and sweat and beating heart.
And I felt safe. I felt cared for.
I felt loved.
As my body re-solidified, I sighed. “Maybe it wasn’t fate, but I’m glad you approached me at that bar.”
She nestled into me. “You could say, I blew into your life like an ill wind.”
The joke hit me by surprise, and my laughter rumbled like faraway thunder. “Definitely not ill. More like gale-force.”
“And you penetrated me like a ray of sunshine through the clouds.”
I started to giggle embarrassingly. “Your puns are a crime against humanity.”
“I’m only partly punny.” She toyed with my chest hair. “You are unseasonably hot.”
