pointing at the ceiling, and the sound of our pelvises crashing together echoes through the apartment.
This is nothing like ninth grade. This isn’t homecoming night in the passenger seat of his dad’s car. No, this is what dreams are made of. This is what every woman hopes she can marry so she can experience it on a regular basis for the rest of her life. This is everything I never knew I wanted. This is the best I have ever fucking had, and my second orgasm triples the intensity and sensation of the first one. It washes over me like a tidal wave and I scream so loud I know my throat will hurt the rest of the week, but it’s a pain I’ll gladly carry around with me as a memory of how incredible Dominic is.
As I come down, Dominic’s body tightens up. His muscles reach a new level of rock hard, and his breathing becomes labored and staccato as he plunges himself deep into me until he comes just as hard as I did. He moans the sexiest moan known to man and tightens his grip on my hair. It hurts, but I couldn’t care less—another pain I’ll gladly accept.
Then, it’s over. Dominic collapses onto the mattress next to me, breathing heavily on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. My body still trembles from my own orgasm, and I’m sure I won’t walk right for a while, so I don’t move. I lay there next to him, speechless, and buried inside a bubble that protects me from the truth.
I know I’ll never be the same again. I had an opportunity to get away from all of it, but it’s gone now. The door is closed, never to be reopened, and I don’t know how I feel about being locked inside.
I should care. I should be terrified and screaming for help. I should be thinking of any way I can to escape and find my way back to safety, but I’m embracing it all instead. I’m bathing in the fear and soaking up the excitement, and I feel higher than ever.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do, because when it comes to Dominic, everything’s different. With him, all of the rules change.
Dominic
The sun rises and taps on the window until I wake up. She’s still next to me when I open my eyes, just as beautiful now as she was last night. The sun touches her cheek and makes her skin glow. She’s like an angel lying there, so I try not to disturb her as I get up. She covered us with a light blanket before we both passed out from exhaustion, so I make an effort to keep her covered up.
“Good morning,” she whispers as I lean over her, but she keeps her eyes closed.
“Good morning,” I answer. Luckily, she can’t see my corny smile.
How can I not smile? Am I not supposed to because I’ve been a street guy my whole life? This is Alannah Sullivan, the girl I fell in love with when I pulled a bully off her back in the fifth grade. I was eleven then, so it’s almost like loving her is just as much a part of me as This Thing of Ours. So, I’m not ashamed when I smile at her even though she can’t see me. Yeah, it’s weird to me, and it’s corny, but it’s Alannah.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper to her.
“Can’t. Gotta go to work.”
“Oh, okay then. Well, then you should get up and quit being lazy,” I joke. She smiles, still keeping her eyes closed, and I’m shocked by how adorable I think it is.
She finally opens her eyes and locks them on me. We stare at each other for a minute, both of us smiling, thinking things we’re not sure we should say yet. Her eyes and lips draw me in, so leaning in to kiss her feels like an involuntary action. Her lips are ridiculously soft, and memories of last night jump out of the bushes in my mind and jolt me awake. This woman makes me think things I shouldn’t be thinking. Amazingly good things.
We manage to stop kissing, and Alannah gets up to get ready for work. I grab my clothes off the hardwood floor and start to put myself back together again while she puts on scrubs and throws her beautiful brown hair into a bun.