So, we started fucking the second he walked in the door.
Seeing Liem changed everything. Standing in the doorway like he stepped right out of my dreams, wearing my favorite black hoodie, those slutty little glasses, and that panty-dropping smile. He looked good. So good.
When I let him in, I meant to kiss him the way I usually do, but I came in a little hot. When he kissed me back, his tongue licking mine, his hands on my lower back and the nape of my neck, it fucked me up. I got carried away. Then he carried me to my room. Now, we’re naked, testing the structural stability of the bed frame.
Liem moans against my neck, and I see stars in the middle of the day. I’m splayed out beneath him, one hand fisting his hair, the fingers of the other interlaced with his beside my head.
I’m shaking when I cry out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” as if he can’t tell.
“Me too,” he pants. I want to feel it.
“Take the condom off,” I say.
I ruin his rhythm. “What?”
“We don’t need it. I want to feel you come inside me.” My IUD is the love of my life, but if it suddenly stopped working and I magically became fertile, even still I’m not ovulating—my ovary would be sure to let me know. The trepidation on his face makes me pause. “Only ifyou want to,” I say.
Looking down at me, flustered and aroused, he answers, “I want to. But are you sure?”
I nod. “Take it off.”
He pulls out of me gently. His pace changes drastically while he tears at the condom to get it off, then he eases back in. Both of us let out the same shuddering moan, causing us to smile. It’s hard to feel more connected to him than I always do, but this iseverything.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says against my cheek as he eases in and out slowly, letting me feel every detail of his head dragging against my sensitive walls.
It feels even better with nothing between us. Skin against skin, it’s more real, more intimate. The way he makes my body sing, for a moment, I forget what it feels like to be in pain.
I give in to the pleasure completely. I’d feel bad for having loud sex in someone else’s house if I could feel anything other than his dick stroking inside me and the orgasm building.
His grip on me tightens, his moans becoming pained while he holds on, waiting for me to fall off the edge with him. Then, I do.
Our bodies quake together, clashing yet completely in sync. Our moans mix for what feels like a minute, the orgasm so strong I wish it would never end.
As we start to come down, he leans up from me, giving my lungs space to breathe. “Sorry,” he says. “I probably could have said more than ‘hi’ before jumping on you.”
“How fucking dare you give me an orgasm before saying hello.”
He laughs and slips from me, looking around. “Bathroom?”
Such a gentleman. I point him to it, enjoying my warm fuzziness while he retrieves a towel.
He hands it to me and lies by my side, covering himself withthe blanket as if he’s shy. God, he’s so fucking cute, nailing me into the mattress then blushing about it. I reach up and ruffle the curls I’ve all but ruined. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you more,” he says, the smile about to take over his entire sex-drunk face. “It’s been ten minutes, and this is the happiest I’ve been in weeks.”
Since you last saw me. I’m not daft enough not to understand he’s saying I’m the best part of his life. I play it off. “Sex chemicals are the shit.”
“They are.” His eyes stare into mine then drop to my lips.
The most confusing time for us is right after we cross the line. If it’s hard for me to look at him and not see more than a friend, I can only imagine what it’s like for him.
To break the tension, I climb off the bed and grab my clothes from the floor. “I forgot I have to go walk Barkenstocks.”
“Barkenstocks?”
“Yep. He’s right up the street, it won’t take me long.”
“Is it okay if I stay here? I’m a little tired,” he says with a flirtatious smirk.
