Page 32 of The Leaves In Autumn
Aargon
I have done my share of living. But this feeling is a first. Completely sexually captivated by who we are together. Natural and otherworldly.
“Put your leg over my shoulder.”
Taking her ankle, I do it and she angles herself for optimum effect. I feel part animal now, two hours in. The sweat is real. Never been so creative with ways of fucking. Positions. I guess I never had that partner. Barbra loves it. Those are holy words.
“This frickin’ chaise has a bar running against my back! Let me adjust.”
I almost laugh at the anger toward an inanimate object, but my dick is too hard to concentrate on anything but the pussy that squeezes it so effectively.
I keep fucking while helping her move a few inches up. I hear the very real complaint, but I am so close to exploding. I see her discomfort and slow my roll. That isn’t a good idea either. Just makes the orgasm build. I stop and pull out. Carefully, in case I have gone too far. It hurts leaving the warmth of the matrix.
“Let’s go back to the room. Yours. Mine. Your call,” I say, standing with a dick pointed right at her.
She lowers a shapely leg and lifts from the chaise.
“Great idea. Yours.”
Without further discussion, we dress and head for the stairs.
“Wait! Let’s take a selfie!”
“Are you kidding? I’m hard as a rock here.”
“You’ll get hard again in a minute. Come on.”
She takes her cell from the robe’s pocket and lifts it over our heads. It looks cool. The steam on the water, the mountains in the background. Our knowing smiles, heads touching. We look like there has been some kind of battle though. Hair sticking up in my case, long wet strands tangled in hers. I think we sort of look beautiful together.
“What’s this?” I say, touching the dried blood on my cheek.
“I scratched you by accident. I was going to tell you it was bleeding, but it stopped.”
“It was worth it.”
“Okay. Let’s go,” she says, grabbing my hand. I stop the forward motion.
“Wait. I want to say something.”
She stops and looks in my eyes.
“You falling in love with me?”
“What? No!”
Then she chuckles and I realize she’s messing with me.
“No, but I have fallen in like. This is the best time I’ve had in years.”
“Me too. We fit together like all the things that fit together. My brain isn’t working right now.”
“Peanut butter and jelly?”
“Squirrels and nuts.”
We get to the stairs. I lock the door behind us and start down.
“Okay. Let’s think out of the box. Like hamsters and wheels.”
