Yes. I'd walked with him in my head for years. He was a voice that rang with understanding. Someone who seemed to get what it meant to suffer and fight and be alone.
But I wasn't alone... not right now.
I'll walk in the black with him, if he'll let me.
Our cries were melting together. We rocked our bodies and surged with mounting passion. I wanted him, wanted him so much, and nothing would take that away. I could have whatever I wanted... that was the dream, right?
I was a rock star.
Nothing could stop me.
There was a tide of pleasure growing in me. I let it dash me on the rocks, I didn't try to fight as a second orgasm approached. He was insistent in his pace, driving rough and fast without a hint of slowing. We were in sync, my hips meeting his with constant liquid-sounding contact.
"Come for me," he demanded in my ear. "I need to feel your pussy milking me."
That was it, I was done. "Drezden! I'm—ah!" Trembling, I shut my eyes and endured the hot flash of delight. My muscles tensed and released, toes cramping as I came.
With a throttled snarl, Drezden buried his face in my neck and climaxed, too. He was quaking in me, stirring me up while he filled the condom. A part of me felt denied, as if his seed belonged to me, not some rubber tube.
This wasn't a true silence. Our breathing had merged, raspy and wet. He laid on me fully, the flutter of his heart knocking on my ribs. For some time, we just stayed like that. I didn't know who moved first, only that we disengaged with mutual winces.
Sitting back, Drezden sat on the bed. He was quick to unroll the condom; precise.
He didn't ask me if it was my first time. But how could he even guess?
My eyes ate him up, watching him toss the condom in the trash. He still wore his shirt. I felt a little... robbed. Why had he refused to take it off?
“Are you alright?” he asked, concern warming his emerald eyes.
Sitting up, I searched for my clothes. “I'm fine, just stunned, I guess.”
Moving close, he stopped me from getting changed. Pushing me back on the blankets, he kissed me so long I went dizzy. “Lola, you're—fuck. You were amazing.”
"Yeah?" Blushing, I snuggled closer to him. I couldn't tell him that he was my first. Maybe he didn't need to know, why would it matter?
The mattress springs squeaked when he settled next to me. Gently, he urged me up onto the pillows so we were both more comfortable. I didn't struggle, I was happy to let him pull me against his body.
Drez was a wall of scorching heat. His cock was still mostly hard, thudding against my ass cheek as we spooned. But if I expected him to go for round two, I was wrong; the strain of the long day was taking its toll. Drezden yawned, his breathing transforming into the gentle sway of sleep.
I stayed there in his arms, my joy shifting into discomfort. The light was still on, the glow impossible to ignore. If I didn't turn it off, I'd never rest.
With care, I extracted myself. On bare feet I padded to the light switch... then I stopped. Turning, I stared at Drez, counting the seconds. Had my movement woken him? The lift and fall of his shoulders said no.
He was curled on his side, back facing me where I stood. The idea that arose gave me chills.
I shouldn't.
But I was already tip-toeing to his side of the bed.
Crouching low, I faced his shoulder blades. Under the cloth, his muscles flexed even in sleep. Trembling fingers inches through the air towards him. I had to stop, restarting twice before I felt calm enough to try.
Edging up his shirt, I listened to the blood slam in my skull. Slow, slow, go slow. Drezden had worked so hard to make sure I didn't get his shirt off. There had to be a reason, I was too curious not to take the chance and see what it was.
I didn't need to lift much of the fabric to understand.
There, glossy and old on his lower back, was a scar as long as my hand. Releasing the shirt quickly, I covered my mouth. What is that, what's that from? It wasn't a small wound. Whatever had happened to Drezden had been painful.