I spread my legs further, angle myself closer to him, and let him do whatever he needs to me because I just know that it will feel phenomenal.
Every thrust is more intense than the last one, especially since he’s grazing over my clit with every single one. The parts of my body that he already has in flames are even more fierynow. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check. I barely have enough control over myself to keep holding onto the sheets, never mind anything else.
Staring into his eyes while the pleasure grips him only makes everything better. The next time I tumble over the edge into pleasure, he does so with me. We come together, hard and fast, screaming and losing ourselves in a hot, sticky mess together. It’s burning, it’s beautiful, it’s glorious.
It’s madness.
What the hell am I playing at? Did I just make my time here way more complicated?
After, we lie tangled together in the dark, his arm warm and steady around me, my head resting on his chest. His heartbeat is slow.
“I don’t even know your name,” I say softly.
He’s quiet for a moment. “Do you want to?”
I think about it. Really think.
“No,” I say finally. “Not yet.”
“Why not yet?”
“Because if I know your name,” I admit, “this becomes real. And I can’t afford real right now.”
He exhales, but not in disappointment. In understanding.
“Then we won’t make promises,” he says. “And we won’t make this anything it can’t be.”
I nod against him, even though part of me already knows we’re lying to ourselves.
Before long, sleep takes me. And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I let it.
