This is how it feels to fly.
Each wave is slightly less intense than the first, until finally the night slowly winks back to life and I can catch my breath again at last.
The moment the orgasm has finished tearing through me, I collapse onto his chest, our sweat mingling together.
“Well, fuck,” he half-laughs, half-gasps as he wraps his arms around me.
I laugh, too.
Because there are no words. Not for what just happened.
I probably just sound like some naïve teenager, but that in and of itself is miraculous to me.
I never thought I’d get to be a naïve teenager.
“What are you thinking?” Cillian asks after a minute of silence has passed, pulling me closer to him.
He smells like me.
I probably smell like him.
I answer with the truth. “I’m thinking that I don’t ever want the sun to come up.”
I can’t see his face, but I can tell he’s smiling. “I can make that happen.”
I turn my neck up so that I can see him. “Oh, can you now?”
“Fuck yeah. Haven’t you heard? I’ve got connections.”
“Clearly,” I say, gesturing towards the magical alcove we’re lying underneath.
“Got this set up all for you.”
I laugh. “You work fast.”
“Clearly,” he mimics, pinching my ass gently.
I punch him in the chest, but he just pulls me closer and plants a kiss on my forehead.
When the laughter dies down, I find my thoughts spinning out. But they’re going in new directions now, buoyed by Cillian’s presence.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he interrupts.
“Oh, yeah? Go ahead then. Tell me what I’m thinking.”
“You’re thinking I’m the most gorgeous man on the planet,” Cillian says confidently.
I smirk. He’s not done yet.
“You’re thinking that I have the biggest cock you’ve seen.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re thinking that you never want to leave my side.”
His tone there is still light, still mildly teasing, but I can sense the serious undertones beneath it.
I push up and support myself on one elbow. “Maybe you are a mind-reader,” I tease.