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He rolls on top of me, with the ease of a strong body. My nipples harden. He strong-arms it, holding himself so we can look at each other’s face. I lift fingers through my hair, fanning it above my head on the pillow. The corners of his mouth lift.
Spreading my legs, my eyes beg him in. I feel his hand around his cock, as he runs it up and down my vulva. The best tease of all. He has me all over him now. The head presses for entry. My arms go around his neck. It’s a sexy pain that first push in. I’m not quite used to it yet, and love that I am not. He closes his eyes, and his lips part a little. I could look at this face forever.
The way he moves. God. My eyes close and I’m carried to a place made only of sensations. Each pump better than the last. No thinking. Feelings of euphoria. I am my clit. He undulates in me, hitting the target every time. Slow. Maddeningly slow. It builds. My pussy becomes electric.
“Ohh.…” he moans. “Baby…. I’m gonna come…” His eyes open. “I’m gonna come!
I squeeze around his cock, as hard as I can, while being in another world.
“Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!”
Faster, harder. Deeper! He keeps pumping long enough for both of us to catch the shooting star. I take the sides of his face and we lock eyes. My orgasm unfolds and expands into his. It is all the senses felt together, and too intense for me to make a sound. It lasts longer than any has before. My heart pounds with the rhythm and grows tipsy in me.
The sense of what we are together is heavy in the moment. Aargon slows to catch every bit of stardust. Then to a stop. My legs become suddenly weak and relax to his side. Fingers play with the lock of hair that falls over his glistening forehead.
The way he is looking at me is more expressive than a thousand poems. The room is loud with unspoken feelings.
The early morning breeze, coming through the window, whispersIlove you.
* * *
We wake wrapped in each other’s legs and arms. He wakes. I have been awake for awhile now, shuffling through my dreams. The ones I have fashioned for years. I have turned every stone, looking for an answer. Nothing. I’ve got nothing. I’m not about to cancel what took so long to set up. And I don’t want to. But I want him. I am totally, thoroughly fucked. Literally and figuratively. Why is it happening like this?
“Morning.”
I turn toward him and untangle my leg.
“Morning to you.”
When he looks at me, a contained smile lifts on his face.
“Was it a good birthday?”
“The best.”
When I don’t elaborate, he processes my quietness. He throws back the covers.
“Better get up. I have that appointment.”
“Me too,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“We’ll see each other Saturday, right?”
“Of course. It’s so nice everyone wants to say goodbye to me. I know it’s for Teddy and the boys too, but still.”
“You are part of the family, Barbra. When are you going to understand that? There’s no getting out of the monkey house.”
He makes me smile about every ten seconds we are together. It is a given, that I am going to be happier, feel better, and be more content than any other day without him. It is unbelievable, because I have always been a positive joyful person. This is something different. And it is waaaaaaaaaay better. Fucking life.
CHAPTER 33
Aargon
“Here’s the thing, Doctor. I know it sounds like I am grabbing onto a life raft. But believe me, it isn’t like that.”
She adjusts her swivel chair and crosses one strong leg over the other. Her hand grabs ahold of her ankle and keeps it up.
“I believe you.”
