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I came with a startled cry, as if his words alone had yanked the cum out of me. Spurting in my fist, I kept stroking myself, prolonging the orgasm. But this climax was different, because even as my cock pulsed, so did my ass. Having Rhett inside me when I came? It heightened everything, made it more intense.
I lost track of Rhett, lost track of my own body, as I rode the waves of release, eyes clenched shut. When I blinked back into the world, Rhett’s face was pressed to my neck as he grunted and jerked against me, lost in his own orgasm.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as he shuddered.
He was hard, a little heavy, and sweaty. It shouldn’t have felt so comfortable. But it did. I loved all that solid firmness pressed against me. It reminded me that Rhett was real, that all of this was more than a fantasy.
When Rhett caught his breath, he raised his face to look at me with a searching gaze. “How do you feel?”
That his first thought was for me was so Rhett. I smiled affectionately. “I feel great. How do you feel?”
He grinned, eyes bright. “I feel like I just had real sex for the first time.”
I laughed in surprise. “Isn’t that my line?”
His smile lingered, even as his tone turned more serious. “Maybe this was a first for both of us, each in our own way.”
If my heart hadn’t already melted for him, it would have then. I ran my fingers through his silky hair. “Maybe it was. I’m really glad my first time is with you.”
“Me too.”
28
ETHAN
Rhett and I stayed in bed for two days—skipping classes Wednesday so we could revel in some uninterrupted time.
Linh had come by the apartment, but our door was still locked since neither of us had gotten up to unlock it. She knocked, but when I moved to get out of bed, Rhett tugged me back. “No, you’re all mine today. No interruptions!”
He followed up his words with a nuzzle to my throat—my weak spot—and soon I was writhing on the bed with him, heart fluttering with happiness. Sex with him was amazing, as always, but it was when he pulled me close and held me that I felt completely at peace with my life.
Later, I found Linh’s text message.
Glad you two figured it out. Enjoy each other—but not for too long. I want Lucky Charms tomorrow!
I showed it to Rhett, and he rolled his eyes, but I saw his smile. He was thawing when it came to Linh.
“You like her,” I accused.
“She grows on you, I guess,” he said, adding under his breath, “like a fungus.”
“I heard that!” I tackled him to the bed, wrestling for position, but it was a hopeless endeavor when my boyfriend was far stronger than me. He pinned me down and tickled me until I begged for mercy.
“Mmm, begging,” he teased. “We’ll have to try that out in a different context later.”
We didn’t spend all our time having sex. We talked, and we made quick forays to the kitchen for food, and we watched movies on my laptop in bed. This time, I dared to show Rhett the original 1954Godzilla. He watched it with his brow creased, looking baffled half the time. “So, you like this because…”
I laughed and smacked his shoulder. “People see this, and they focus on the outdated effects. But did you know that this first movie was a metaphor for the atom bomb?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Films, especially older ones, are full of so much meaning if you know where to look for it. Godzilla got me interested in lizards of all types, which got me interested in wildlife biology. But if I hadn’t done that, I might have gone into film school.”
“I’m glad you shared this with me.” Then he chuckled with amusement. “Mom would love to talk old movies with you.”
“BecauseGodzillaandGone With The Windare so similar,” I teased.
But my heart warmed—because already, Rhett was showing me that he wanted me in all parts of his life. I’d met his family before, yes, but it’d be different now. I wouldn’t be a friend or a roommate. I’d be the thing I’d secretly wanted all along: his boyfriend.
