so feminine. Holding her in my arms, especially while I was inside her, just felt perfect. So fucking perfect.
I’d heard couples refer to each other as their other half, but I’d never understood just how literal that phrase could be. That is what she felt like, like she was the other half of me. Our bodies were puzzle pieces that had been made for the sole purpose of fitting together like a lock and key. I knew, just knew, that no matter how many other combinations we tried, none would fit. We were made to unlock each other. It was our purpose in life.
She clung to me and stayed perfectly still. I was buried inside her to the hilt, throbbing, waiting for her to take the lead and move in whatever way would give her the most pleasure. I knew that anything she did would be amazing. I was so frenzied, so raw, so on the edge of coming already that I would have had to employ Herculean strength to hold myself back if she would’ve so much as sneezed.
After a moment of stillness where we did nothing but hold each other, in every possible meaning of the word, her inner walls squeezed around me and released. A few seconds later, she repeated that. Then again. Then again.
I moaned. Fuck, it felt so good. I marveled at the fact that, from the outside looking in, it would seem that we weren’t doing anything at all. That nothing was going on, that we were completely still. But that would be one of those examples of appearances being deceiving, because what her tight, walls were doing to me in that moment was just about enough to make me explode.
Slowly…so fucking agonizingly slowly…she raised up until I was almost entirely out of her, then lowered herself back down. Then did that again. And again. And again.
Fuck. She knew how to drive me wild.
I squeezed her tighter to me. I was filled with so many impulses. To hold her. To claim her. To protect her. They fought against each other, but also melded together perfectly into one large desire that I couldn’t quite name.
To love her.
That fucker of a little voice in the back of my head just couldn’t seem to shut the hell up. I was going to have to make it.
At the top of her next stroke, I grabbed her hips and thrust myself up into her, hard and fast. I didn’t wait for a reaction before I did it again.
“Yes!” she gasped, and that was all the green light I needed.
Digging my fingers into the sweet curves of her hips, I pounded into her, as mindlessly as I could, focusing only on the pleasure that her body was giving to mine. Anything to shut out the thoughts.
A few more strokes was all it took before my balls started tightening against my body. I knew that I was seconds away from exploding and I wanted to bring her with me. Moving my head down I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth and bit down lightly. Her fingers fisted in my hair and her back arched against the steering wheel. I sucked and nipped until I felt her stomach and thighs clench as tremors ran through her body.
I thrust one final time as white stars burst behind my eyelids and as I stiffened with release. My climax crashed into me with the power of a Mack truck. Pleasure exploded through me as I rode out my orgasm.
Aftershocks were still hitting me as I felt Sasha’s body collapse against me. She buried her face in the crook of my neck. It wasn’t the first time she’d done it and feeling her breath against my skin was quickly becoming one of my favorite experiences.
We sat like that, still connected intimately, as we caught our breath. With one arm I held her tight against me and the other ran up and down her bare back as I stared out on moonlight glistening over the lake.
I wasn’t sure how long we were sitting like that before she said, “My mom thinks I should get back together with Drake.”
My hand stilled. Was this her way of telling me that she was? Were those the thoughts and feelings she was having that she shouldn’t be having?
“She took his side. And I don’t even think Gen believes that he actually cheated on me.”
The conversation we’d had on the dance floor flashed in my head and relief washed over me.