with desire. I lift myself up ever so slightly, and move one of my hands, bringing it down to grab hold of his hardness and slowly guide him inside of me. A moan escapes from my lips as I slide down, accepting all of him.
He breaks the kiss, grabbing each of my hands and placing them on his chest and moving his hands to grasp my hips. I begin to move my hips, slowly at first until I find a rhythm and a speed that feels good, that I’m comfortable with. I’ve never liked being on top in the past. Usually it makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, like all of my flaws are on display. With Victor, for some reason, it’s different. Maybe because he goes out of his way to make me see beauty, the beauty inside of myself and inside of him. I like the way this feels today, with him. I start to experience the delicious buildup that is forming in my stomach. It’s like a little ball of light filling me up with warmth. It expands with every movement of my hips.
Victor’s grasp on me tightens as he starts to move under me, meeting my movements with his, thrust for thrust. Before long, our bodies are synchronized, moving together so perfectly, feeding the little ball of light as it moves throughout my body, illuminating me from the inside as it explodes into a million tiny pieces, making me throw my head back as I cry out in pleasure. A few more thrusts and Victor follows me, releasing his load and spilling it inside of me. As we come down from the high together, I fall forward. Victor catches me, encircling me into his arms, holding me there until my breathing regulates and my heart rate slows down. His words fill the otherwise silent room. “I’ll never get tired of having you. Never get tired of this thing between us.” It’s as much of a declaration as I’ve ever gotten. He doesn’t need to say anything else. It’s more than enough, because in this moment, I know the truth. I know that my heart no longer belongs to me, it’s his. In this moment, I come to realize that I’ve fallen in love with this man, and even though I can’t speak the words the moment is no less profound, no less beautiful.
Suddenly, the thought of him leaving today to go back home is unbearable. I’ve never been one to beg, never been one to ask for anything, I’m the girl that gives and expects nothing in return. With Victor, it’s the opposite. He’s the giving one, and I’ve taken it all, but what he gives to me is the glue that is slowly putting my heart back together. Today, though, I’ll be brave and ask for what I want. “How important is your thing today?”
“To my mom, everything is important. To me… it’s debatable. Why?”
“Well...”
“What?” he asks, pushing my hair out of my face and pulling it into a ponytail in his fists.
“I don’t want you to go,” I say softly.
His eyes light up and he smiles sweetly at me. He wasn’t expecting this from me. It’s like, by asking him for this, I’m giving him something in return. “You don’t?”
I shake my head. “Tomorrow’s Memorial Day. We always go to the beach in the morning and then have a barbecue at night. I was kinda hoping you’d stay.”
He lifts his head and kisses me quickly. “Well, I guess I’m staying then.”
“Yay!” I say, bringing my head down and snuggling in the crook of his neck.
“Maybe I should invite Alex? Let your family meet a sane member of my family.”
I lift my head up and gasp with excitement. “Yes! I love it. It’ll be so much fun.”
He chuckles. “Alright, I’ll give him a call in a bit. What do you wanna do today then?”
“This.”
“This?”
“Yup, I wanna spend all day in this bed with you!”
“That’s all the motivation I need,” he says, rolling us so that we’re both lying on our sides face to face. These are my favorite moments with Victor, when we’re wrapped up in each other, doing nothing, saying nothing. Just being together seems to be enough. So many people want the hearts and flowers, the expensive dinners and pricey gifts, but at the end of the day what do any of those things mean when you’re not comfortable with each other? I should know, because he’s the first man I’ve ever really been