When she finally stilled and collapsed back onto the mattress, clearly completely spent, he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. His teeth made quick work of the foil wrapper and he rolled it on. He was done denying himself. He was finally going to give into what he, what they both, had wanted desperately since the beginning of this encounter.
Without wasting another second, he nudged her thighs open as he settled his knees in between her legs. Grasping his shaft he positioned himself at her still pulsing opening.
Her heavy lids fluttered several times before finally lifting. When their eyes met, for a moment, he forgot all about the sexual desire that was racing through him, he forgot that they were lying in bed naked, he forgot about everything except the connection he felt to her. The intense, enveloping connection.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she breathed as she moved her hands up his arms and wrapped herself around his body.
Her words snapped him out of the spell that she’d cast over him and he plunged into her with a fierce intensity that even he had not expected.
“Oh, yes!” she cried.
Desperate to be even closer to her, he covered her mouth in a demanding kiss as he moved in and out of her. He loved being inside of her at the same time that he felt her entire body pressed against him, as he explored her mouth with his tongue. It was like every part of him was connecting with every part of her simultaneously, and he had never felt anything so profound in his entire life.
After a period of time that could’ve been an hour or could’ve been a minute, he had no idea which, he felt her inner walls fluttering with contractions against his cock and realized that she was on the brink of another release. He slowed his strokes just a little, hoping to prolong the experience enough for him to crest over that edge at the same time that she did. He wanted them to come together. This entire encounter had been about building a bond between them, one that would keep her safe, and one that couldn’t be broken.
It didn’t take him long to feel his own orgasmic tide building and he knew that he was about to crest his own wave of pleasure. He sped up his movements to match those of her bucking hips. His arms tightened around her and he felt her body tighten around his, as well. He knew that she wasn’t just close—she was seconds away. And so was he.
A guttural need to tell her how he felt, that he loved her, welled up in him. But he knew that he couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to add that to all the things she was dealing with.
So instead he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You are so fucking amazing. I can’t believe how lucky I am to know you. To be with you like this. You feel so fucking good. Come for me. Come for me now.”
Again, although it was his body that had brought her to the brink of climax, it was his words that put her over the edge. As soon as he spoke, he felt her clench in his arms and heard her gasp loudly in his ear, and he surrendered himself to ecstasy along with her.
As they both floated back down to reality, he brushed the hair that had fallen across her face and pressed his lips to her forehead, then her cheek, her nose, her chin and finally her lips. Her labored breaths fanned his face as he lightly kissed her.
When she opened her eyes he could see that she was already second-guessing what they’d done. Uncertainty was brimming in her aqua gaze.
“I told you I had a thing for brunettes,” he teased.
She smiled and playfully swatted his arm before nuzzling against his neck. He flipped onto his back, bringing her with him as he did and she giggled. His heart swelled knowing that even though he couldn’t promise her everything was going to work out perfectly, he could promise her this. And this was pretty damn good.