Page 88 of Leviticus
“Oh god!” I cried out, my eyes popping open and finding his, deep blue and full of fiery need for me.
“Push.” The one word was more sound than word as it rumbled out of his chest and into me.
And I obeyed, my orgasm gripping me and pressing me higher into oblivion as I flooded us both once again.
I didn’t think about it.
I just obeyed.
And I felt.
“Kiss me,” he groaned. With both hands wrapped around the back of his head I lowered my face to his and kissed him with everything I felt; with everything I was.
“Ruth! Oh god!” he nearly screamed against my lips as his own orgasm took hold.
I reveled in it.
In the way his length twitched inside of me. In the pain of his nails digging into my tender skin. In the way he held me so close I thought we would surely never part again.
Slowly our breathing came back down to normal. I felt his smile against my own lips.
“That was — FUCK!” He shouted as his foot slipped in a patch of wetness on the floor, sending us both careening and crashing to the ground in a heap of curses and giggles.
“That’s one way to put it, I suppose,” I giggled on top of him, kissing his lips.
“I think I threw my back out,” he groaned.
“Old man,” I teased.
“Watch it.” His tone was stern, but the way his arms tightened around me was anything but.
“Mine,” he whispered. Truer words had never been spoken.
The next day…
“Thank you for inviting us over today, Ruth,” Mama tittered from where she sat at the table. “This is a lovely brunch, isn’t it, Adah?”
She looked over at my sister, who looked anything but happy to be there.
“Adah!” Mama hissed, drawing my sister’s attention finally.
“Hmm? Oh, yes. Quite kind of you to invite us.” The recited words held about as much emotion and sincerity as the frittata I had prepared.
“I really am glad you could both make it. The other day was quite hectic with all of our visitors. I wanted a little time with you both, more one on one. Though I am sorry Heidi couldn’t make it.” I tried to keep the disappointment from my voice.
“They are children, Ruth. It is not appropriate for them to be a part of such adult discussions among married women,” Mama scolded. I felt more like a child than a married woman in her presence, truth be told.
“How are you feeling, Adah? Your child should make his appearance any day now. Isn’t she just glowing with motherly radiance, Ruth?” Mama’s depiction of Adah was, well, perhaps a little exaggerated. Adah looked halfway to miserable. Her due date was fast approaching and she looked to be in pain and tired. Let’s not forget cranky.
“She is. I am sure that you are all very excited for the big day.” I don’t know why all of my words felt so fake, but they did. What I really wanted was to have a talk with my sister. A real talk, without all of these fallacies lying on the surface.
“You’ll be there on the day, of course. Won’t you, Ruth?” Mama asked rhetorically.
“Mama!” Adah gasped. It was obvious that I perhaps wasn’t wanted on such a day.
“Whatever makes Adah the most comfortable, Mama,” I clarified, hoping that Adah heard my sincerity.
“Nonsense. Adah will want you there,” Mama tutted, taking another bite from her plate.
