Page 85 of Flirting with Forever

He was speaking gibberish, his voice pure gravel as his free hand grabbed a handful of her ass. His hips jutted up into hers but not too invasively. He’d asked her to show him how she liked it and now he was obviously paying attention, absorbing the motion, learning. She was quickening, tightening, chasing orgasm, and it broke over her magnificently.

He realized she was coming and gripped her hips with both hands, grinding her down on him as he cursed out the universe.

Mary let herself be putty against him for just a few seconds as he kissed at her neck and pushed up into her from below. She tipped her head to one side and spoke into his ear. “Now show me howyoulike it, John.”

His eyes searched hers for just a moment before he was gripping the condom and pulling out of her, rolling out from under her and pressing a hand down on her lower back to keep her belly-down on the bed.

He canted her hips up and tugged her underwear to the side again, this time pressing into her easily, as ready as her body was to accept him again. It wasn’t the deepest penetration, but it was by far their most intimate position. He was stretched out over top of her, his hand tangled in her hair and his cheek pressing against hers. He gave her some of his weight but not all of it. Mary was pinned between him and the bed, forcefully adored, nothing to do but accept the pleasure he was pistoning into her. Her breasts and clit were erotically abraded by the fabric of the bedspread as he worked himself into her, his speed picking up, his chest plastered to her back.

Mary could feel his heartbeat banging against her shoulder blade, and she squeezed her eyes shut, relishing how alive he was, how aliveshewas. His fingers came up and clamshelled over her hands, his leg hair scraping her calves. He sheltered her and took from her and gave to her all at once.

“John,” she whispered his name again and again.

She was naming the moment, and for her, its name was John. There was no other word for this feeling, this catapult into a new life. His name meant a million things in that moment. It was the man stiffening against her as he finally succumbed to his own pleasure, it was his heartbeat at her back, it was the electric friction every place they touched. It was everything she felt for him, all at once.

JOHNGASPEDFORlife as he lay on his back, every muscle in his body turned to pudding. She panted into his ear and he loved it, her body half on, half off of his. The heat was oppressive in his apartment, and their skin slid against each other without either of them moving. If John could have swallowed the moment whole, he would have. Everything was perfect. John had never known a perfect this perfect.

He shifted against her and his attention was drawn down to the basketball shorts and boxers that were still bunched around his knees.

He’d put her facedown and fucked her half-dressed. Jeez.

“I probably should have mentioned that I haven’t had sex in a long time and it was going to be, ah, vigorous. I’ll make it prettier next time,” he promised breathlessly, kicking his shorts and underwear off.

“That was plenty pretty, John,” she said, just as breathlessly. He reached down and peeled off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can next to his bed. He jumped when he felt her touch between his legs.

“Can I?” she asked, lifting her head to look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat. “Sure.”

He was still half-hard, and it might not go down with her fingers dancing over him like that. She nudged his shaft to one side and then the other, obviously in a playful, curious mood.

Her fingers circled him; she pushed down and tugged back up. “You’re uncircumcised.”

He cleared his throat again. “Yeah.”

“Hot.”

“Yeah?”

He caught her eye and she blushed. “Totally. I can’t explain it. There’s just something more...animalistic about it. Ruder. I like it.” She was fully pink now, and John was delighted.

“Mary?”

“Hmm?”

“That was the hottest sex of my life. Seriously. Jesus. I mean, wow.”

She nuzzled into him, and she kept her hand between his legs, though she wasn’t playing anymore, just holding him, almost companionably. Not that one companion generally cuddled another companion’s dick, but still. It wasn’t explicitly sexual the way she held on to him. “Me too,” she whispered. “With a bullet.”

He tried to keep his proud masculine preening contained on the inside. “And on a Thursday morning before work.”

She stretched and rolled onto her back, taking her hand with her. “Got anything for breakfast?”

“I can make you a smoothie. Or we can grab something from the coffee shop by the train.”

“Mmm.” She clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk about the outside world. The outside world doesn’t exist anymore. We fucked it away.”

He laughed. “If you say so.” He played with her hair, amazed that he was allowed to. That he’d been inside her just minutes before. Yesterday after work seemed a million years ago. He’d never have imagined, upon striding into Fellow’s last night, that he would be here now, Mary wrapped around him. A thought occurred to him and this thing was still so new that his stomach flipped when he asked her, “You still want to get together tonight?”

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