“That’s okay.” I’m not going to last either. Not when I have him filling me like this, spreading me so wide that it hurts. Not when he’s already thrusting gently, just the briefest sway of his hips.
I know he’s trying to hold back, but I don’t want held back. I want furious, messy, sweaty, awesome sex that is just us, even if it’s brief. I don’t mind brief. There are a thousand ways to do overs. Not that it would really be a dover. I should have said secondroundovers.
Daniel’s hand is vibrating in the pillow, which I guess is attached to his arm, which is throbbing next to my face. I can feel him shaking above me, trembling. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in. I grind my mouth against his as I grind my hips into him, kissing him and taking him as he thrusts deeper, dragging out and pushing in just a little bit harder, giving me more and more and more, more with every hard push.
“Daniel… Daniel… Daniel…” It might be strange to pant and chant someone’s name, but whatever, it’s happening. I can’t stop, just like I can’t stop craving him or needing him.
“Leandra,” he grinds out in response, thrusting harder, taking me with him, catching me up in that perfect spiral of the way our bodies fit, of the way he makes me feel like I’m special, like this is special, like I’m always going to be special and it will always be special, forever on into that black hole that’s called the future.
He does wonderful, incredible, mysterious, delightful things with his cock inside of me. The pleasure comes on- well, have you ever been tubing? Where you’re riding the tube and everything is good, then suddenly bam! You hit this huge wave and you go up, way up. Your body separates from the tube entirely and you’re up there, floating with the clouds and the air currents, then the next minute you’re slamming into a wall of water that is so hard, coming at you with such speed and force, that it feels like hitting concrete? This is better, and it happens in reverse. First there’s the wall- not a painful wall either, but a good wall, then there’s the floating.
The wall is white hot, all pleasure, all pulsing. I can feel my walls clenching, bearing down on Daniel while he thrusts inside of me. I think I might still be chanting his name while I’m coming, gasping, trembling, shattering around him. My heels clench hard, bracing me. I grasp his shoulders and whisper his name against his lips as he pushes hard into me one more time, shouting something that sounds like a garbled up, very sexy, version of my name, then shudders and bucks, before going still.
Our breathing patterns are furious, our bodies sweaty, our legs and arms trembling as the aftershocks hit. I can feel myself pulsing around him. I can feel him pulsing inside me. His forehead rests against mine, and when he pulls back, there’s a slightly sticky slurp of sweaty skin against sweaty skin.
“I’m think I’m going to collapse,” he says huskily.
“Oh. Oh my goodness.” I untangle my legs from his waist and let him go down, hard, to the side.
“It’s too early for bed,” he says, pulling me into his arms. He kisses my slightly damp hair before he brushes it away from my forehead and kisses me there too. His lips are just a little salty against mine, but the good kind of salty. Like sea salt mixed with dark chocolate fudge. “But a little nap couldn’t hurt, could it?”
“No. No, I think not. We need our energy to deal with the pool after. At least, I should muster some. My family left it a terrible wreck. I think there is cake in the filters. And I owe you a flamingo floatie.”
“Don’t worry about the pool. I’ll get someone to come and drain it. A professional.”
“I should pay for it at least.”
“Don’t worry about the pool.” He kisses my lips softly.
“What should I worry about then?” Surely there should be something on the very long list of shit that is life, but right now I can’t think of a single thing.”
“Nothing,” Daniel says. “Nothing at all.”
Tucked in the shelter of his arms, all twisted up in the comforter, my body sated and in a state of bliss, I do as he says. Even if it’s just for a moment, it’s nice not to worry about anything. About nothing at all. But then I have to go and worry. Even though Daniel’s falling asleep.
“Daniel?”
“Hmm?” he mumbles sleepily against my hair.
“What about the curse? Aren’t you worried about that? I’ve decided that it’s real. Even though the earrings haven’t given me a lot to go on, I’m happy it’s you.” I hold my breath, but when Daniel gives a soft snort that sounds positive and happy, I go on. “You’ve been so- so calm and cool about everything. Are you- are you always like that?”