Chandler
CHANDLER
H oly shit! God, I'd imagined what it would be like to be with Sam, but even then, I couldn't have imagined this feeling in my wildest dreams. The sound of her gasping, her hands gripping my shoulders with every inward thrust, the heat in her eyes, and her breath on my ear will be ingrained into my memory until I die. That was the best sex I'd ever had. There’s no turning back now. And even though it’s different and a little frightening, I like it. I like not being able to get her out of my head, teasing her, and seeing her nose scrunch up when she’s annoyed. God, she's so beautiful, her eyes dark and hazy, and the sun makes the flecks of gold in them seem like they're shimmering. Goosebumps rise on her skin from the water, and I trail my hand down her arm. She shivers, biting her bottom lip. My heart is pounding so hard that I feel like it might burst. I'm usually so greedy when I fuck, taking everything I can, but this was different. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to see what pleasure looked like on her face. I wanted to give her whatever I could. The second I slid into her, one word played over and over in my head. Mine, mine, mine. I’ve never thought of anyone as being mine before. The thought makes my heart swell. It was like a weird primal instinct, like something in me needed her, needed to please her, needed to give her whatever she wanted. And the thought scares me.
The water is a little cold, but I can only think about her. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist, and her arms are wound around my neck. Her face is still kissed pink from the sun and the afterglow of pleasure. She looks into my eyes, and I think she wants to say something, but she looks away to where our clothes lay in a pile on the ground.
“We should probably get out before someone decides it's a nice time to go hiking.”
She unhooks herself from me, and I watch her swim to the ledge to get out of the water. The water is dripping from her body, and the sun illuminates every part of her. I swear I stop breathing for a minute. She's breathtakingly beautiful.
We get out of the water and lay in the sun to dry off before putting on our clothes. I grab the backpack I brought with me and take out two granola bars, offering one to her.
"Thanks,' she says, taking it from me.
We sit on the rock, basking in the sun and the afterglow of our orgasms. These last few days with her have been eye-opening for me, but I still don’t know what she’s thinking. I know that there’s always been tension between us, an unspoken lust that we’ve both felt for a long time, even if it was masked by disdain. But what happens now that we’ve given into it? She made it clear the other day what she thought of me, that I’m a womanizer, a guy with no interest in monogamy. I guess that’s true. At least it was until this. Whatever this is. When it comes to Sam, I’d always fantasized about her. What it would be like to kiss her lips, to feel her against me, to feel her come undone around me while she cried out. But it’s always been different with Sam. I can be my truest self around her and enjoy spending time with her. I’d always compare the random girls I’d bring back home from the bar to her. She can keep up with me, and I like that about her. Clouds start to roll in as we finish the last of the water.
“Looks like it might rain," Sam says, looking up at the sky through the trees.
“We’d better get back," I say.
I pack up the backpack and grab her hand. We run through the path, the rain suddenly changing from a light sprinkle to a full-blown storm. As we run, the rain soaks our clothes, and our feet splash up mud when we go through the puddles that form on the ground. I look back at Sam, still gripping her hand. She's soaked to the bone, with a bit of mud on her face. My heart melts when she throws her head back, laughing. We race through the path, trying to reach the truck as quickly as possible. When we get to the truck, I open her door and slam it shut when she gets in. I run around to the driver’s side, slamming the door shut once I get in. I take a breath, and we sit in silence for a few seconds, then look at each other, and both break out into loud laughter. It’s only now that I realize I feel free and content, and I want this feeling to last for as long as possible. I’ve never felt this when going out with friends, bringing random women home, or from any amount of money I’ve made, not like this. But with Sam running and laughing in the rain, and with these last few days I’ve gotten to spend with her, I feel… Happy. And that fucking terrifies me.