Chapter 17 #3
Something in me shuts down. Maybe out of self-preservation, maybe because of the overload of everything. But I black out, suddenly feeling like I’m out of my own skin, far from this, from him, from here. For a moment, I stop existing altogether.
The last thing I think of before my mind goes completely dark is “pigasus.”
Now, I should be satiated for a little while. Fuck, I actually saw stars floating before my eyes. The plan was to hold for a little longer, but feeling her come so fucking hard got the best of me—again.
I can’t recall the last time I’ve had such a long stretch without sex, so my stamina isn’t what it used to be. I’m sure my freckled dork won’t mind helping me work my way up again. She’s as insatiable as I am, always demanding more.
Lucky isn’t an adjective I’d use for myself, especially given the past few months, but I feel like the luckiest man on the planet as I slowly return to my senses. There’s a broad smile stretching my lips when I kiss Andrea’s shoulder.
“Make-up sex is fucking phenomenal,” I let out, still a little breathless. “Breakup sex was great, but this … phew …”
The little giggle of approval I expected doesn’t come, so I give her a few more seconds to recuperate. I pull the sex toy from under her and switch it off before throwing it on the bed. That was a lot more fun than I anticipated, and I’ll be using it again in the future. A lot.
When I notice how still she is, a frown forms on my forehead.
“Andrea?”
No response.
Using my hold on her middle, I lift her up with me, sitting her onto my lap as I kneel on the bed. She remains perfectly limp in my arms, head rolling back onto my shoulder, eyes half shut, jaw slack.
“Andrea?!” I call again, shaking her a little.
Still nothing.
“No, no, no, no …”
My heart, which was just returning to normal, begins hammering against my ribs. What the fuck have I done?!
“Andrea, say something,” I beg, freeing a hand to grab her loose jaw and shake her. “Fuck!”
I look around, trying to think of what I should do. What the fuck is happening? Did I kill her with my cock? Is that even a thing?!
It’s nearly impossible to think through the panic wreaking havoc in my brain, but I must. I’m not losing her. Not when I just got her back.
Her phone is within arm’s reach, so I swiftly grab it, making sure she’s still secured against me. “Stay with me, my love,” I command, dialing the three emergency digits.
My agitation and dread grow worse with every tone, and by the time someone—a woman—picks up, I’m a mess. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“My girlfriend, she’s—she passed out.”
“Have you checked for a pulse?” the woman asks, unfazed.
Fuck, I probably should have done that before calling.
I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder and press two fingers on Andrea’s neck, right over her jugular.
When I feel her heartbeat, strong and still a little hectic, I let out a relieved breath.
“She has one,” I answer, grabbing the phone again.
“Is she breathing?”
I don’t need to check to confirm, since her chest rises up and down with her lungs. “Yes.”
“Did she take anything?”
“Like what?”
“Drugs, narcotics, pharmaceuticals …”
“No, nothing, she—”
“Who are you talking to?” Andrea’s small, ragged voice asks.
Relief has my whole body sagging, my arm around her, still bracing her onto me. “Andrea! Are you okay?!”
“Yeah, I—Who’s on the phone?” she asks when she twists around, seeing me holding her phone.
“Nine-one-one.”
Her eyes, which were hooded with foggy languor, widen so much I can see the whole iris. “What?! Hang up right now, Lex.”
“Are you sure? You passed out.”
“Because I came so fucking hard, I saw God! Hang up!”
“But you—”
“Alexander!”
“Uh, sorry, false alarm,” I say into the phone before hanging up.
We’re both silent for a moment, and in hindsight, I realize I probably shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. But she was so unresponsive, I didn’t know what else to do. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to her, so better safe than sorry.
“Did you seriously call nine-one-one?”
“You were completely out, Andrea. I was worried sick.”
“Because you gave me the best orgasm of my life,” she argues, grinning broadly. Her giggle reassures me, realizing she is, indeed, perfectly fine. “And you’re still inside me,” she says through her laughter.
“You were limp. I had other preoccupations,” I justify myself.
“God, you’re ridiculous.” She twists around, and I can’t help but cover her grin with my lips.
“Don’t ever pass out on me again,” I demand, taking her jaw into my free hand again.
“Well, I’m absolutely counting on you to make me come that hard in the future, so I can’t make promises,” she teases.
“We’re never doing that again. I thought I killed you.”
Somehow, imagining the utter panic I went through makes her laugh again. She grabs my hand and lowers it to her neck, making me feel her pulse. “Look, I’m alive and well. And for future reference, death by slex is the way I’d want to go.”
With a contented sigh, she lets her head fall back on my shoulder. “Shit, baby … It was so fucking good.”
“Speak for yourself.”
My gruff tone doesn’t fool her, and she reaches down to where we’re still joined and runs her fingers along the drenched seam between us. “Liar,” she calls out with a pout, bringing her cum-covered fingertips in front of us.
“I very much enjoyed that part,” I concede. “But not so much the aftermath of it.”
“Well, at least we gave the operator a fun story for their next break.”
It’s my turn to chuckle.
I push my face into the sweaty curls at the side of her neck, nuzzling the damp skin there. “Fuck, Andrea … I love you to the point of madness.”
“Evidently.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Lex, you just called nine-one-one because my anemic ass couldn’t handle your dick … See how mad that is?”
I laugh again. “God … A lifetime of you won’t be enough. Promise we’ll meet again if there’s a heaven, and if it’s reincarnation, we have to find each other in our next lives.”
“Sounds like a plan. You’re stuck with me for a millennium at the very least.”
“I’m not even sure that’ll do it.”
“Make that two millennia, then.”
“Now we’re talking.”
We kiss on it, an unbreakable seal we’ll both respect. The moment I sense myself tilt, the instant my cock twitches with the need to start over, I move away, lifting her until my length slips out.
“Alright, time for food, in you. Then me again, also in you.”
“Can we switch up those plans a little?”
She wriggles her eyebrows at me, and I scoff. “You’re the one who’s certifiable. You just passed out from sex, and you want more?!”
“I always want more.”
“Food first, Andrea.”
She sighs, but her stomach comes to my rescue by gurgling loudly. “See?” I insist, pointing at the sound’s origin.
“Okay, pancakes actually sound nice. I’ll make some to thank you for the best orgasm of my life, baby.”
She stretches up to get another kiss, but I don’t allow it. “No, you’ll stay seated on your pretty little ass while I handle it.”
“But—”
“You. Passed. Out,” I insist, spacing out the words to make sure she gets the full weight of their meaning. “Plus, see this as an opportunity.”
“To what? Watch you cook naked?” Her sarcastic expression turns appreciative when she realizes it’s not that bad of a deal.
I chuckle and shake my head. “To finally teach me how to make fluffy pancakes.”
A soft, tender grin forms on her perfect face. And this time, when she silently requests a kiss, I don’t deny her.