“Slow, cheri. Slow and deep, nnmourèz mwen.”
In that moment, I’d give her anything, everything she wanted—my body, my heart, my life right then, to exist in that moment. Right then I existed only to please Aly, to let her please me. I would become less than myself, and so much more just to live in that moment with her.
Aly heightened the rate of my heartbeat, leveled up the heat and friction moving between us as she sat up, shifting me to my back, climbing on top of me. She kissed me, breathless, silent and then slipped her hand to my dick, stroking me once before she eased down on me, tightening her muscles with the slow descent.
“Slow,” she said, kissing me again, tongue teasing. “Slow because I want this to…to be the first moment of many. A million, cheri, a billion to make up for all the time we wasted apart from each other.”
I sat up then, my fingers raking up her sides, her back to push down on her shoulders as I jerked my hips up, both of us moaning at the sensation. “Slow,” I repeated against her sternum, moving my hands down until my thumbs grazed her nipples and gripped hold of her breasts. “Slow…” I tried but then Aly squeezed against me again and I replied with another hip thrust once, twice, three times before my body betrayed me and the feel of her wet pussy milking me, left me powerless and I exploded up into her body, spasm after spasm of release into the center of my world, my life.
“Wi, Ransom. Slow this time and the next and sometimes fast, sometimes very fast.” Her words fanned across my forehead until I could do nothing but sink back against the pillow, taking her with me, letting Aly ride me until there was no thought, nothing but the taste of her on my tongue and the rhythm of my heart reminding me that this was not a dream.
The slow, wet trail of my tongue against her back, down to the dip where her spine and ass met. The soft, round dark nipple pebbling under my tongue. The taste of her wet pussy, how it heated when I touched it, when I buried my face so deep that only sensation remained—in my nose, against my mouth, her fingers pulling at my hair. She was everywhere. She was everything.
She spooned in front of me, fitting perfectly against my chest, that sweet, supple ass nestled close, but we weren’t spent from fucking. We weren’t resting. She had not stopped me when I wanted more, not asking, taking because she was mine now. She always would be and I was hers, more than I’ve ever been anything to anyone in my world, I was hers.
“Like that?” she asked, breath airy, lazy as she bent her leg, offering it to my waiting hand so I could spread her further apart as I took her from behind.
“Exactly like that, nani.”
Her sheets were damp with our sweat, despite the chill that had turned the air outside her condo into a mini front. The fabric was soft, but only the fitted sheet remained on the bed. Her precious jewel toned pillows, the flat sheet and comforter got lost in the tussle of our bodies coming together over and over—her atop me, me from behind, tasting her body, letting her lap her mouth and hands and tongue on every square inch of me. It had been hours and still we had not tired ourselves out.
We simply couldn’t get enough of each other.
“There,” I groaned when Aly clenched around me yet again, “there!” And I was lost, could only hold on to her, my mouth on her shoulder, my hands pulling her tight against me, holding her breasts in both hands as I came. “God…”
It was as close to a prayer as I’d come tonight.
We went still then. Quiet as we lay together, bodies still joined, sweat drying on my back, along her shoulder and I kissed one small droplet, loving the taste of salt in my mouth. It was that moment that always comes when you’ve worn your body and that of your lover’s from sex. It doesn’t happen always, only when you genuinely care for the other person. At least, that’s the way it’s always been for me. The quiet. The slow, lazy strokes of satisfaction, absently done, against naked flesh. Small kisses that help you come off your exhausted high of climax. Tender. That’s what I guess you’d call it. And that’s what this was with her now—tender. Quiet. Perfect.
Her breath had not quite evened out. Maybe, I thought, it would make her answer come easy if she was still distracted by her climax and the tangle of limbs and parts that made us fit together so perfectly.
“Nani?” She’d refused me so often I didn’t expect an answer. She’d stop giving them long ago.
She didn’t move and her chest had finally slowed to swift pants. “Hmm?”
The sweat on her shoulder had nearly gone, but I kissed her there anyway. “Nani…marry me.”
She didn’t stiffen or retreat from me and I held my breath, watching her profile as her closed eyes blinked open. Aly rolled on her back, moving her attention to my eyes as though she wasn’t sure she’d heard me right.