Right now, I focused on my body, focused on the fullness within me, willed
my body to accept the invasion, willed my body to feel the pleasure it was meant to feel.
And once I relaxed, once I accepted that this was Jonah inside me—Jonah, whom I loved more than anything—the invasion began to feel…right.
Wicked, yes. Forbidden, oh yes. But right. Dark and dangerous and right.
Just like life with Jonah would always be.
Dark and dangerous and right.
“You doing okay, baby?” he asked.
I unclenched my teeth from my lip. “Yes. You can move now. I want you to.” No truer words had ever left my lips.
Slowly I felt him pull out of me, and then he slowly pushed back in.
The burn. Oh, that glorious burn.
“Again,” I said, my voice low. “Please. Again.”
He pulled out and shoved back in a little more quickly.
And oh my God, I tingled, my nerves racing throughout every cell in my body and somehow culminating between my legs.
I was feeling it in my pussy. How was that possible? But I was. I was feeling my pussy get wet, I was feeling the need to have it filled, yet I didn’t want him to take his cock from my ass.
Meanwhile, he pulled out and thrust back in again.
And before I knew it, I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.
How could this—
“Oh!”
“Good, baby?”
I moaned. “How is this possible? After all those orgasms. How can this be?”
“Because it’s you. Because it’s me. Thank you. Thank you for this. Ah!”
Drops of sweat, presumably from his forehead, dripped onto my back, each one leaving a tiny bonfire in its wake.
He stayed in me for a few timeless seconds and then withdrew.
Oh, the emptiness.
But I smiled to myself. I knew I wouldn’t be empty for long, and in my heart, the most important place, I would never be empty again.
Jonah crawled up next to me on the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Thank you so much for that.”
“Thank you,” I said back.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“For showing me something new. For wanting to experience this with me.”
“You’re so amazing,” he said. “There’s no one in the world like you.”