We’re joined. United. It’s intense and powerful. In this moment, we’re one, and it feels so right. My heart beats wildly and in unison with his. Our breaths mingle and feed each other. I never want this to end, and it’s only just begun. He moves faster, more rhythmically, and my body responds.
“Sam,” he pants and devours my mouth again.
I cry out when he thrusts deeper. “Wait,” I say, and he slows down. His eyes search my face, unsure. I wrap my leg around his thigh attempting to roll us and his eyes light up. He follows my cue and wraps his arms around my back, rolling with me. It takes a little maneuvering, but now, I’m right where I want to be.
My long hair falls to the sides of my face and partially covers my breasts. He places his palm flat against my belly and slowly lifts his hips, driving further inside of me.
We move together slowly, deliberately. “Garrett,” I whimper, biting my lip. He stiffens below me, and he suddenly lifts me off of him. He’s shifted himself so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. We aren’t separated for too long when he grabs my hips and lowers me back down on top of him, crushing his lips into mine. “You were too far away,” he says frantically against my lips. I moan into his mouth and he devours me, his hands caress my face and become tangled in my hair. He continues thrusting upwards, filling me completely. I say his name again, this time incoherently as a wave of pleasure rushes through me. His mouth swallows my cries, and his last surge draws my climax in sync with his. “Sam,” he says again, and I fall on top of him, the warmth between our bodies keeping us joined together.
We stay like this for as long as we can until he needs to pull out and dispose of the condom. He rolls me off of him and does so quickly. He’s back in bed next to me before I know it.
He pulls me against him and nuzzles into my neck, and kisses my shoulder, letting his lips linger.
“That was incredible,” he whispers against my neck. I can feel his smile.
“It was,” I admit. The best I’ve ever had.
I can’t help but wonder what this means for us. “Was that goodbye?” I ask hesitantly. We’ve both wanted this, and now that it’s happened, I wonder if he’ll move on to the next conquest.
His body tenses next to mine and he lifts his head so his eyes are even with mine. “Definitely not goodbye.”
“No?” I ask and smile.
“Absolutely not.”
“Then what is this?” I ask, afraid of his answer. I’m not the friends-with-benefits type, and I know he’s not into long-term relationships. We’re doomed even before we get started.
“I think we can figure this out together,” he says and kisses me tenderly.
“I don’t do booty calls,” I say and push him away so he can see that I’m serious.
“I don’t want that. Not with you.”
“Oh,” I say and turn my head away.
“Sam, look at me,” he commands, and I turn back to look into his eyes. They’re dark and very serious.
He takes a deep breath and exhales quickly. “I’m in love with you.” His words cause me to stiffen in disbelief.
“What?”
“I love you,” he says again and lowers his mouth back to mine. His kiss is slow and thorough, and I press myself into him again.
I believe him. And his words scare me. We live completely different lives. I’m not cut out to live in his world.
“Why?” I ask, and he exhales heavily.
“You gave me something I thought I’d never experience. You triggered my capacity to love and to give myself fully to another human being. You’ve consumed my heart and soul. And you helped me find the place in my heart that I never knew existed. A place reserved for my child.”
His words grab my heart and I close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he says gently but firmly.
My eyes pop open and he says, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Sam. You give me breath. You give me life. I’m consumed by you.”
He continues, “I’m yours, Sam. All of me. I need you to tell me that you’re mine.”