He continues fucking me. His hand finds my clit until another orgasm takes over my body.
As my body goes back into pure bliss, I’m unable to form words.
My orgasm brain doesn’t work as well as my normal one.
As I come down from my high, I watch him again.
Sweat beads on his chest.
His face tightens.
“I’m coming,” he breathes out. “I’m about to come so hard for you, Essie.”
My love for Adrian is so deep that even my heartbreak couldn’t crush it.
He understands me.
Doesn’t judge me.
And tonight, I’ve learned he also knows how to fuck me.
And here I thought, him moving to Blue Beech was a bad idea.
Myten out of tenorgasm says otherwise.
28
Iwake up to Adrian lying next to me.
His body heat against mine is a comforting weight I never knew I needed. This is my first time waking up to someone in bed after having sex with them.
In college, we’d sometimes doze off in his car after late-night conversations, but I never felt this refreshed when I woke up. The days after would always include a stiff neck and exhaustion.
Why was I so scared of him seeing my scars?
He’s always accepted me for who I am.
Neither of us knew it then, but he was there for me during my darkest time. The accident happened only two years before we met.
I lost my sense of self.
That’s why I attended a different college than River. I needed space to learn to love myself again. I hid my emotional suffering from everyone.
But Adrian, unknowingly, ended up helping me with that.
He made my dark days feel brighter.
He was comfort without making me feel broken.
His arm is draped over my waist, and his slow breathing fills the room, creating a soothing effect.
I break away from him and fall on my back. The cool air hits my skin as the sheet slides down, exposing my stomach. I instinctively cover it with my arms.
“Don’t, baby,” Adrian grumbles, his voice sleepy.
I cast a timid glance in his direction.
“Never hide yourself from me,” he says, lifting onto his elbow and pulling my arms away, splaying them out on each side of my body.