Scott #3
It was a kind of ecstasy being naked with her, each of us pressing our bodies toward the other, like heavy magnets with no choice but to slam together at every possible point.
It made me feel dizzy and twisted inside.
Made me feel twisted with her, not just literally as our arms and legs got tangled, but on another level.
Spiritual or emotional or something like that.
Something I couldn’t explain, both because it was too new and because it was too indescribably astonishing.
It was a feeling I both wanted to hold on to and wanted to brace against. Because it anchored me and rocked me all at once.
Because it felt like both being held and letting go.
And I wasn’t even inside her yet.
I pushed her away, needing to catch my breath. Needing to gain some control. The throbbing of my cock had its own agenda, and as much as I felt like I wanted to slow down, the crude need to fuck exceeded any other desire.
I moved to the bed, pushing myself back against the headboard.
I’d thought about this all day, thought about how I’d want to take her this first time, because it was in every way a first time despite the many times I’d had her before.
I wanted to watch my cock go into her, and I’d wrestled back and forth between the best position for that.
From behind? On my knees between her thighs?
Now that I was in the moment, I abandoned both those choices. I needed to be able to hold her, kiss her. Needed this to be as intimate as it was dirty.
I fisted myself, getting primed though I didn’t need it. “Come sit on my cock, Tessa.”
She was already climbing up my body, as if she already knew what I needed, or maybe because it was what she needed too. After scrambling to straddle me, she put her hands on my shoulders and positioned herself above my shaft.
“Wait,” I said, stopping her before she sat down.
Her expression was puzzled and frustrated, and fuck, I understood because I was eager too, but this was a significant moment for me, and I wanted to memorize all of it.
“Wait,” I said again, softer, as I brushed the hair from her face.
I kissed her gently. Then not-so-gently, one hand holding her face, the other still wrapped around my throbbing cock.
When we were both breathing heavily again, I broke away, clamped my hand at the back of her neck, and pressed my forehead to hers. “I want to watch it go in you. Want to watch you take my cock inside you. Watch with me, will you?”
With my hand bracing her like it was, she didn’t really have a choice unless she closed her eyes, but she nodded against me all the same. “Yes. I’ll watch. Anything. I just want you in me.”
Her urgency felt like a live thing between us, a thing born from us both, a thing that was only ours, and if I weren’t so crazed with lust, I might have wanted to drag the moment out.
But I was crazed. And I needed her, needed all of her. Needed to possess her and fill her and belong to her.
I notched my head at her entrance. “Do it, baby. Take me inside you.”
She sank down slowly, slowly, without me even having to tell her to not rush. Slowly, so I could savor every sensation as inch by inch I disappeared inside her.
“Ah, fuck. Tess.” I was barely holding on before I’d even gotten halfway in.
Her sigh echoed my ecstasy. “You’re so big. When did you get so big? I can feel all of you.”
She slid the rest of the way down, till I was buried to the hilt.
“All of me, baby. This is all of me.” Naked and bare and raw, in every way possible.
“You feel so fucking good.” So fucking good.
Like nothing I’d ever felt before. Wet and hot and stifling, like fucking in a sauna, except the sauna was only around my dick, and instead of stepping out ten minutes later, desperate for cool air, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere other than right here.
And there was more that I felt, feelings that weren’t just about what was happening where we were physically joined.
I felt like I was falling. Into nothing.
Wonderful nothing. The way it felt to fall into sleep after a long, terrible day.
An out-of-control bliss that was impossible to hold on to.
A feeling that couldn’t be forced, only surrendered to.
A release even though I’d yet to climax.
She pulled her forehead from mine and started to rock forward, but I wasn’t ready. If she moved, I was going to explode. I clapped my hand onto her hip to still her. “I lied about it being years since I’ve been bare with a woman.”
My words froze her as much as my grip, a quick flash of panic crossed her eyes, and I could imagine her thoughts as she tried to make what I’d said have meaning. Had I been played? Was this why he’d insisted on the tests?
I rubbed my thumb along the back of her neck, an attempt to soothe her. “I’ve never been bare, Tessa.”
“What?” More surprise than disbelief. “You can’t mean never, never.”
It was exactly what I’d meant. “Raised to be a safety boy,” I explained. From the time I lost my virginity at sixteen, I’d always wrapped it up. No paternity lawsuits if there wasn’t a baby.
“And now...with me...why?”
“Fuck, baby. Don’t you know?” I didn’t give her time to guess.
Capturing my mouth with hers, I told her I loved her with my kiss.
Told her with the upward thrust of my hips.
Told her with my hands as they roved along her skin, as they fondled her breasts, as they wrapped in her hair in an effort to bring her closer.
I thought the exact words over and over in my head as she bounced up and down on my cock.
Each push inside her, I love you. Each second closer to my climax, I love you.
The words felt tight in my throat, as tight as my cock felt inside her, and I wanted to say them—no, needed to say them—but I also needed them to be heard and believed, and saying them out loud now, while she rode me like a gorgeous fiend, would turn them into sex words said in the throes of passion; meaningless and irrational.
So I continued to tell her with my body—kissing her and loving her, forcing her to slow when she wanted to rush, patiently coaxing another orgasm from her luscious body.
“I’m coming,” I told her as I surrendered to the dizzying spiral of my own release because I wanted her to feel it with me, feel me spilling inside her and giving her what I’d never given any woman before her.
“I feel you,” she gasped. “I love how you feel coming inside me.”
As I grunted out the last of my release, I wondered if she meant more from her words too.
Afterward, we clung to each other, sticky and sweaty and spent.
Her thighs straddled my lap, her head rested on my shoulder as my cock softened inside her.
My hand ran up and down the length of her back, and I closed my eyes, sure I could fall asleep like this despite the fact that I was starting to lose feeling in my pelvis.
I couldn’t imagine her legs could take it much longer, either, so even though I didn’t want to, I withdrew from her and shifted us so we were lying on our sides, facing each other.
She stayed close, letting me hold her, but as soon as I had worked the covers out from under us to pull over us, she closed her eyes, and from her breathing, I could tell she was not far from sleep.
A strange sort of panic tugged at me. The words stuck in my throat earlier now pushed their way up through my mouth and knocked at the inside of my lips, wanting to be let out.
Needing to be said as forcefully as I’d needed to be inside her.
As if this were part of that. As if I couldn’t truly be inside her without saying it.
“Hey.” I caressed my knuckles along her cheek.
Her eyes flew open at once, too fast for her to have been all the way out. But as soon as her eyes met mine, she gave me a delirious sleepy smile that told me she could still drift off soon if I let her. “Yeah?”
I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”
Now she was fully awake, her expression stunned.
“I mean it,” I said. “I can’t leave this at half riddles, simultaneously hoping and fearing you’ll guess what I mean.
I just can’t. And I know it’s fast, and if you’re scared to hear it, well, I’m scared too, but I can’t let you wonder or worry or not know.
I love you, Tessa. That’s why now. That’s why you. Because I’m crazy in love with you.”
She wound her arm around my neck, bringing us closer together. “Really, really?”
“Really, really.” I searched her face, dying to hear her say it too, but trying to be cool if she didn’t. “Do you... Is that...okay?”
Her eyes were glossy as she nodded. “It’s so okay.” Her voice sounded tight, and I realized she was trying not to cry. “Is it okay if I love you too?”
Greedy me, I needed to hear it for real. “Do you?”
“I do.”
I swear my heart skipped. Like a fucking schoolgirl. “It’s so okay, Tessa. Really, really so okay.”
We kissed for a while, slow, lingering kisses. Kisses that believed they had all the time in the world. Kisses that had no reason to hurry.
When at last she drifted to sleep, I wasn’t far behind.
And in that moment between consciousness and void, pieces of my life that had seemed separate fit together like a puzzle.
Grandpa’s story. Grandma Adeline’s inheritance.
The ultimatum my father had given me. The fear I had of taking away the thing Tess wanted most.
It was all clear. The meaning of sacrifice. What I had to do.
With Tess in my arms, I fell asleep smiling and unburdened. I knew Grandpa would have the answer. Everything I’d ever known about love I’d learned from him.