Page 32 of A Moment for Us
She grips my arms tighter, her eyes close. “Yes, harder!”
I do. I slam against her, the sound of skin slapping and labored breathing fills the room. She moans again as I fuck her with abandon. “I . . . can’t hold back. You feel so fucking good!”
“Yes! Yes!” she yells, and then her head turns to the side as she screams my name.
And I’m done. I can’t stop myself. I let go to the most intense orgasm of my life.
My arms give out, and I use every ounce of strength I have not to collapse completely. Both of our breathing is ragged, and it’s long moments before I’m aware enough to shift off her.
It’s then that I feel it.
The difference. The stickiness and heat that is far more intense than it should be.
The strength I had lost returns as I push up.
“Fuck!” I say as I pull out, seeing the tip of the condom empty and the rip visible. “Fuck.”
Delia sits up. “Hand me something.”
I rip my shirt off, giving it to her. My mind goes in circles, freaking out and thinking of how to handle this. “Delia . . .”
There’s nothing I can say that either won’t make me the biggest asshole ever or change the situation.
“Relax, Josh. It’s okay,” she says as she stands. “I’m on the pill. I have been for years.”
I run my hands through my hair as I pull my pants up. “I just . . .”
“I know. You don’t want a family, and believe me, this is not what I want either. I want kids with a man who wants them with me.”
“Okay. Yeah, no. I just . . .”
“I get it. I won’t lie and say there wasn’t a moment where my heart stopped right then.”
I let out a deep breath and nod. “Yeah, it was . . . a . . . moment there for us.”
“It was.” Delia smiles softly. “Listen, I’m clean as well. Just so you know. I get tested yearly and all that.”
“I didn’t think—” I stutter because now I do feel like an asshole. “That didn’t cross my mind, but I’m the same. I get tested, and I’ve always been careful.”
Delia leans in, kissing my cheek before heading off to the bathroom. Shirtless, and unsure, I press my hand against my temple and pace. What the hell? I’ve never had a condom break like that.
She’s on the pill, which is basically the only thing keeping me sane right now. She didn’t seem worried—at all. That has to be a good thing, so I’ll follow her lead.
Delia returns, and she hands me a sweatshirt. “It’s probably going to be a little tight, but it’s the best I can do. It was . . . a friend’s.”
She’s giving me another man’s shirt. “I’m fine.”
“Josh, it’s cold out.”
There’s not a chance in hell I’m wearing some other guy’s shirt. Some guy who was here, who touched her, who has felt what it’s like to be with her.
I’m a fucking mess. So many conflicting emotions swirl through my head. I’m pissed off about the condom breaking, beyond speechless about how good it felt to be inside her bare, raging at the idea of her being with other guys, and all I want to do is pull her into my arms.
“I should go,” I say, contradicting what I want.
“Yeah, sure.”
“I have things to do.”
