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“Curse or blessing?”
I blurt out, “BOTH.”
He kisses me again, sliding his tongue against mine, and I wonder if this is what I taste like. Then I’m thinking of nothing. He’s not moving, just sliding slowly inside me. I’m so full. I don’t think I can breathe. It pinches and I wince.
He’s alarmed, but I reassure him. “Keep going.” Out to the tip, then back inside me, and suddenly it’s like my body opens up to him. We revel in the moment as it becomes perfect and gasp together.
“Christ, I’m almost done with just this. Fuck. I’ve wanted this for so long. Someone so perfect.”
“I am?”
He says, “You are. I’m going to move now. Try and match my movements.”
“I know how to do this.”
“Prove it.” He thrusts into me and we both moan. I counter his movements. This is all more than someone doing it to me. I’m part of it. Again, my body knows what to do. I raise my pelvis and he slides a little deeper and starts thrusting harder. It’s so good. He goes faster and faster. We both start sweating and he raises himself up, straight-armed. We’re staring at each other and his face pulls into a strange look.
“Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop it.” I keep thrusting and lifting into him as fast as he’s moving. My clit so happy with the intense friction.
“Don’t stop yourself,” I say.
“Fuck. Lizzie. Lizzie. Oh fucking God. This is so good. FUCK.” And then I feel him jerk inside of me. My own good time is still building, but this moment is for him. He throws his head back and I can see where we’re joined together. He growls my name, then stills. Then his eyes pop open.
“That was fucking amazing.” He lays his head down on my chest to catch his breath. He says, “You’re so incredible. At this and everything. I love you more than anything I’ll ever do. You’re my firecracker sex-kitten.”
He pulls out of me as he groans. I feel like a house with no owner.
Empty.
DANNY
It’s like I’ve never actually ejaculated in my life. As if I’ve been doing it wrong all this time. I kiss her nose and run to find the bathroom. I wash up and bring a cloth back for her.
She rolls over onto her side, away from me. I cross to the other side of the bed and lean down. And I realize she didn’t come. I’m like a selfish prick. Shit.
“Hey.” I move her hair out of her face. “You ok?”
Her lips curl up in a slow, satisfying way. I show her the washcloth. “Do you need this?”
She whispers, “In a minute. I have to go to the bathroom. But I’m ok.”
“Just ok?” I ask tentatively.
“I’m transformed.”
She skips to the bathroom and a giant smile breaks out on my face. I yell after her, “You are? Because I’m pretty sure you didn’t, um… you know, during sex.”
“Come.” She peeks her head out of the bathroom as she says this.
I’m shocked she’s talking like this outside of the actual sex act. “Yeah. Come.”
She finishes up and leaps back into the bed. I roll her onto her back and climb next to her and share a pillow.
She says, “I didn’t, but it was so wonderful. I didn’t know the actual sex part could feel good.”
I lean against the headboard and pull her onto my puffed up chest. I slowly tickle her back. She curls in snug.
I say, “I think I like this part the best.”
