Page 66 of Last Light

I come hard and messy, shaking and crying and slobbering in a way that would normally be embarrassing.

Travis chokes on a loud exclamation as I clamp down around him. He makes a few jerky grinds before he yanks himself out with a groan that sounds like agony. He squeezes and slaps his erection against the small of my back until he comes on my skin.

I’ve fallen onto my stomach, unable to hold myself up. Travis stays in position on his knees, panting just as helplessly as I am.

Finally he gets up with a groan and gets a towel to wipe his come from my back. Then he falls down on the bed beside me.

It’s a long time before either of us can speak.

“So you liked that?” he asks at last.

I snort. “Uh, yeah. I guess you could say so.”

“Sure sounded like you did.”

“Uh, you were making a lot of noises yourself just now.”

“I know.” He gives me a half smile in the flickering light. “I liked it a lot too.”

“Good.”

It is good. It’s important to me that Travis is getting as much from this partnership as I am. In bed and out of it.

He’s told me twice now that he wouldn’t have made it this far without me.

I hope he means it.

Right now, in the dark of a stuffy cabin, on a smelly mattress, surrounded by his scent and his body heat, I feel like maybe I’m giving as much as I’m getting.

He feels sated to me. Like he’s close to falling asleep.

I want him to.

I want to give him what he needs.

Not just in sex, but in other things too.

It matters, taking care of someone else, even at the end of the world.

I’d almost forgotten I had it in me.

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