“This feels so good,” he whispered. “I don’t even want to move, it will be over too quickly. But I have to…” He began to move his lower body in that slow, sinuous motion I loved, the one that had him rubbing all the right places, inside and out. “You make me so hard.”
“Don’t worry, I’m with you,” I said, matching his rhythm with my hips. “I promise.”
It didn’t take long for the intensity to build, especially knowing we were doing it without a condom—breaking a rule!—on purpose. Before long, Quinn had me on my back, his cock driving hard and deep, my nails digging into his ass, our bodies damp with water and sweat. Higher and higher we climbed, desperate for release, unable to stop, but unwilling to leave the other behind.
“Now,” he said hotly, his breath in my ear. “Come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock before I—”
I lost the rest of what he was saying, my senses abandoned, my universe reduced to the shared pulse between us. I don’t know where my orgasm stopped or his began; they ran together, fed off each other, kept us clutching at one another, trying against all odds to get deeper, get closer, get more.
When his body collapsed on top of mine, I felt grateful for the weight of it, the way it grounded me, stopped me from floating into the sky. I held him to me with my arms and legs, pressed my lips to his neck, breathed him in deep.
“Are you OK?” He lifted his chest off me and looked down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you.”
“You’re not. Come back.” I pulled on his shoulders. “I wasn’t suffocating, I was sniffing you.”
He laughed and lowered himself a little, propping himself on his elbows above my shoulders. “Is this OK?”
“Yes.” I ran my hands up his sides, over his chest, and into his hair. “Just don’t leave yet.”
“OK.”
I looked up at him and realized it wasn’t that I didn’t want him to leave yet; I didn’t want him to leave at all.
I wanted him next to me all night. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and wake up with him beside me. I wanted to talk more about his mom and my mom and our childhoods. I wanted to whisper about the future and what it might hold. I wanted to laugh about my rules and how he’d somehow convinced me to break every one of them without even appearing to try. I wanted to let him all the way in.
I wanted to love him.
“Quinn,” I whispered, brushing the hair back from his face. “I don’t want you to leave me tonight.”
He hesitated. “Does that mean you want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
“The night?”
“Yes.” Please don’t tease me right now. Don’t ask me what it means. Don’t remind me of the rules. Just trust me. Let me give you more, a little at a time.
“OK,” he said, kissing me softly. “I’ll stay.”
I drifted off to sleep spooned in Quinn’s embrace.
“You’re sure you’re OK?” he asked for the tenth time. “I’m not crowding you?”
“For fuck’s sake, Quinn.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I know how you get.”
“What I’m getting right now is irritated. I’m tired, go to sleep.”
“OK, OK.”
I’d like to say we spooned all night, but I probably only lasted about twenty minutes before I got too hot, rolled onto my stomach, and hitched up my knee between us.
But I tried—that counts, right?
And even though we weren’t wrapped up in each other all night, I did like knowing he was there in my bed. The couple times I woke up and remembered the night before, I smiled into my pillow, happier than I’d been in a long time.
In the morning, I woke up first and lay on my side, facing him. He was beautiful even in his sleep, his features completely relaxed. Lying on his back, he had one arm thrown over his head, and I had the weirdest urge to sniff his armpit. (Don’t judge. As armpits go, it’s pretty much perfect.)
I refrained from pit sniffing, but I couldn’t resist touching his chest, which was visible above the top of the sheet. Scooting a little closer, I traced a line down the center of his sternum with my fingertips, then covered one pectoral muscle with my palm.
His eyes opened, and he smiled. “Hey.”
I smiled too. “Hey.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great. You?”
“Same. What time is it?”
“I have no idea. I never brought my phone in here.”
“Me either. I’m not even sure where my clothes are. That seems to happen a lot around you.”
I giggled. “I think they’re in a variety of places between our two flats.”
“It was a good night.”
“It was.” I kept looking at him, waiting for the remorse to kick in, the urge for him to leave, the compulsion to be by myself…but I felt none of that. Not only was I happy he was there, but I didn’t want him to go.
“We broke a rule,” he said, a sly grin on his face. “Are you mad at us?”
I propped my head in my hand. “Actually, no. Can you believe it?”
“No.” His eyes went wide, twinkling with mischief. “Does this mean…”
I reached out and put two fingers over his lips. “No. It means I had fun and I’m glad you stayed the night.”
He kissed my fingers and grabbed my wrist. “Party pooper. Get over here.” Pulling me close, he gathered me into his chest, arms wrapped around my head, chin resting on top of it. “Give me ten seconds of excessive cuddling, and then I’ll let you go.”