“Please,” she says.
“What?”
What does she want?
I can make her come again. I can make her scream if I want to. I can make her wiggle and tense up and I can make her pussy feel incredible pleasure she won’t believe is actually possible.
I can do all of that and more.
I can do whatever she wants.
“Harrison, please. I need you.”
She kisses me, and I realize what she wants, and any thoughts of saying no have faded away.
“I don’t have a condom,” I say, suddenly embarrassed. I don’t know why I should be embarrassed about this. Wouldn’t it be worse to be the kind of person who carries one around just in case you decide to fuck your childhood friend in the attic?
But Adalee shakes her head.
“I’ve been on the pill for years,” she tells me. She has no reason to lie to me, and I trust her more than I should, so I nod and wiggle out of my pants. In seconds, my cock is pressed against her entrance, and she’s spreading her legs to let me in.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, giving her one last chance to say no, to push me away. I know that no matter what happens next – whether we do this thing or not – things are never going back to the way they were before I tasted Adalee’s sweet, sweet pussy.
“Please fuck me, Harrison,” she whispers, and that’s all the permission I need.
In just a second, I’m in her, and my entire body feels like it’s on fire. I thrust slowly, pushing myself deeper into her, and Adalee just grabs me and kisses me over and over and over again.
It’s never felt like this before.
It’s never been this perfect, or this sweet, and there’s a part of me that never wants this moment to end.
I want to be lost in her forever and ever, but for now, all I have is this.
Us.
Right now.
And so I make love to Adalee on the attic floor, in a place I never thought we’d ever connect like this. I kiss her endlessly, teasing her and touching her until I finally fall completely apart. My body melts into hers, connecting like two lost puzzle pieces that finally found each other.
I come, whispering her name, holding her tightly.
And suddenly, everything just feels...
Complete.
We just hold each other for what feels like hours. We touch each other, kissing over and over. We’re entwined on the carpet, and all I want to know is why the hell we waited so damn long to do this.
Because this thing between us...it’s perfect.
“Adalee,” I whisper.
“That was...”
“It was great.”
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly, looking up at me. “Yeah, it was great.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” I tell her. It’s the truth. In a rare burst of honesty, I feel like telling her.