Page 104 of Under Her

Her body contracts as she starts to come, which triggers my own orgasm. Bare for the first time ever, I come, spilling everything I have inside her.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah.” But I can barely speak because it’s all so suddenly clear. The inability to want anyone but her. The need to be with her all the fucking time.

“Hey, you okay?” She runs her fingers over my cheek.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because you look…”

She tilts her head to the side, appraising me, and I swear, I stop breathing because I’m sure she can see it written all over my face.

“I don’t know. You look different somehow.”

I swallow down. “It’s probably just because we had sex without a condom for the first time.”

“Yeah? And how was that for you?”

Well…

“It was good,” I croak out.

She laughs. “Don’t go crazy there, Wilder.”

Yeah, because the last thing we want is for me to go crazy and realize something, like…oh, I don’t know…that I’m madly in love with you.

Oops. Already did that.

Fuck.

I’ve had the best few weeks of my life.

I wake up beside Morgan. We have breakfast together and then come to work. We have sex in my office. We don’t fuck in Morgan’s because she still feels weird about the Sierra thing, and she doesn’t want Sierra to find out about us. Chrissy knows. But she can be trusted.

Then, after work, we go home together to either my place or hers. Eat dinner. Sometimes, we watch Breaking Bad. Mostly, we have sex. Then, we fall asleep together. And do it all over again the next day.

And it’s awesome.

I didn’t know it was possible to spend this much time with someone and not get bored. Let alone feel like it’s not enough.

It’s like nothing will ever be enough with her. I’ll always want more.

She’s become the center of my universe. If you think about it, it should be pretty fucking scary that I feel so strongly about her in such a short space of time, but I can’t find it in me to care.

Because being in love with Morgan is the best feeling in the whole fucking world.

And, okay, maybe I haven’t told her exactly how I feel about her.

As in she doesn’t know that I’m in love with her.

I’m working up to it. I just need to find the right moment. Telling someone that you love them isn’t something you can blurt out.

Especially when I don’t know if she feels the same.

I mean, I’m almost sure that she feels the same as I do. I think I see it in her eyes when she looks at me and feel it in her body when we make love.

But it hasn’t been confirmed to me.