~ 16 ~ #2
Rona nodded, the skin between her eyebrows knitting together. “Yeah,” she whispered.
I thrusted onto her slowly at first, each rock of my body making the sweetest of connections to hers. It was like we were as one, in tune with how much pleasure we both felt. Her soft moans inspired me to keep doing what I was doing.
We locked hands as our bodies moved together, pushing into each other, our fingers gripping each other’s.
So much heat rose between us. Some sweat trickled down my back.
I lay more fully on top of her, my head next to hers, and nipped at her ear and neck.
I got lost in the moment, holding myself up with my muscles, making sure our pleasure kept building.
“Do you still feel it?” I asked her.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she breathed.
I ground into her even harder, really using my muscles. Good to put my former career to good use.
“Oh my God, that’s so good. Fuck me, Lily. I want it so bad. I want you so bad.” Rona whispered into my ear, holding onto my ass.
Something had shifted between us now we’d both openly said we loved each other. It was like we could let ourselves be even more unhinged together. Whatever it was, I loved it.
“I love fucking you.”
She moaned.
“I’m going to make us come together.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But I’m going to need you to be vocal.”
Another deep thrust.
There was so much wetness and heat between us. I’d lost sense of where I ended and she began.
“I want to hear your noises, Rona.”
“You do?”
I kissed her shoulder, feeling more breathless the longer I fucked her like this. “I love the way you sound. I want you to really let go. I want you to use your voice, don’t hold back, baby.” I paused to catch my breath. “It drives me wild.”
She moaned a little louder.
I thrust a little harder. “That’s it, baby.”
The feeling inside me kept on building. Part of me didn’t want it to ever end and the other desperately wanted to come.
To feel the waves crashing. I went silent, focusing my efforts on her, savouring every breath and moan and word she uttered.
I wanted to come at the same time as her like this.
We’d never done it before. Not like this.
“Yes, Lily,” Rona cried. “Fuck me.”
“Talk to me baby.”
Sweat trickled down my arm. Rona’s body was on fire.
Instead, Rona moaned deeply. It was the throatiest moan I’d heard from her, like something had been freed. And it did something to me. I felt myself gush onto her, making us a slippery mess, moving fast together.
Rona’s breathing became rougher. Faster. She gripped my back harder. “You are so fucking sexy. You make me so fucking wet,” she said, loudly.
Rona’s moans got louder and louder. I couldn’t take much more of this. “Yes, baby. I see you. I hear you. Talk to me. Let it out.”
“I’m so wet for you.”
Encouraging her like this wasn’t as selfless as it sounded. It was causing the most intense pleasure I’d ever had. Reason left me. I became a ball of pleasure and intensity, as my muscles clenched so hard and my heart raced.
We built and built into an even higher level that became blurry and almost shouty.
“I’m going to come,” Rona announced, breathless and desperate.
This was all I needed. As Rona screamed underneath me, I let myself come undone on top of her, coming at the same time.
I felt her heat and the pulsing of her clit on mine.
It went on and on, with Rona’s involuntary moans sending me over the edge.
Wave upon wave of pure pleasure crashed through me, powerful and wet.
Rona’s orgasm levelled out just after mine. Hers had gone on for so long, as loud as I’d ever heard her. To have two full body orgasms at the same time felt like a huge achievement.
I let my body go loose on top of her, moving off to the side slightly, my heart pounding and my muscles aching.
She met my gaze. Something real and unguarded passed between us. She smiled, slowly, brushing some strands of sweaty hair from my face. “Vocal enough for you?”
I closed the gap and kissed her softly. “Music to my ears. It made me come so fucking hard.”
“I’m happy me finding my voice went to a good cause.”
“You sound beautiful.”
Rona blushed.
I kissed her again, this thirst still there, both physical and emotional.
I cupped the side of her neck, gently rubbing her skin with my thumb.
Rona had let herself go more with me tonight.
I wasn’t sure she knew how incredible she was, in every sense of the word.
“I love you. And I see you. Thank you for letting me in.”
She looked at me as if time was standing still for her. “I love you too.”
Laying there wrapped in each other’s arms after that earth-shattering sex, I slowly began to perceive myself again as an individual.
There was something in voicing our love for each other that was both obvious and true, but for some far distant corner of my brain, deeply concerning.
I was in love with Rona and she felt the same.
There weren’t many better feelings in life than this.
We’d taken our time with each other and not jumped into anything too fast. We’d got to know each other relatively slowly.
We cared about each other deeply. We had mutual friends.
Everything we’d been building together was falling into place.
I was so excited about being with Rona and our future together, because I could see one.
At every stage in our relationship, we’d turned toward each other, drawn to this connection we shared. I wanted this.
So why did I also feel so scared?