and reversing and thrusting again till he shook with the pleasure
of the rhythm he’d set and she trembled, clutching at the bed covering, willing
herself to come with him, but he stopped, went rigid and shouted her name, shaking
through his orgasm then sinking to his elbows and dropping his head to her
shoulder.
She
sighed and wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing his cheek, smoothing
his hair back.
“I have
to pull out,” he murmured, almost slurring.
She
gripped him, reveling in the way he still trembled and not quite ready to feel
that loss. “In a minute.” A minute of luxurious kisses, gone caramel sweet and
lazy, and then he shifted to the side, flopped on his back.
He
fumbled for her hand and brought it to his chest. “Are you okay?”
“More
than okay.” For a first effort it was mighty. And they were far from finished
with each other, but he was exhausted and she had no desire to leave his bed.
“Did
you?” he asked.
“No,
but close, it was good. I’d had sex a dozen times before I had an orgasm,
before I even got close, and with a new partner it can take time.”
“Do we
have time for me to learn how to get you there? Will you stay?”
She
wanted round two and if it was going to happen, they both needed to get under
the covers and sleep. “Hmm, I’d like that.” Mostly what she liked was that he
asked with enough hesitation to think she might leave. The not being taken for
granted thing was a huge buzz.
He
roused himself, tugged at the bed covers. “Can I get you anything?”
There
was a box of tissues on the floor near the bed. There were rainclouds outside,
there were hours still to sleep, to have his body again. “I have everything I
want.” She moved to let him pull the covers over them. His sheets were crispy
and cool, they smelled freshly laundered. She even approved of his firm pillow.
They
resettled in the bed side by side, not touching, and she was on the edge of
consciousness when he said. “Can I hold you?”
She
rolled over to look at him. He didn’t have a script for this afterward stuff. And
hers was mostly about getting dressed and going home or counting the seconds
until the man did. Virgin territory for both of them. Reid lay looking at the
ceiling. “You don’t have to. We should sleep.”
“I want
to.” He turned his head. “That was. I don’t know how to. I feel like I flew the
space shuttle, explored the cosmos. Like I invented the space shuttle and built
it with my own hands. Like I don’t know what year it is and I don’t care. Like
I’m human.”
She
smiled at him. “Human?”
“A real
person at last. Not alien, something apart.”
Oh, her
heart flipped. He was uncertain, his emotions so raw he was the most human of
men to her right now. She moved closer and wrapped her arm over his chest to
snuggle him.
He
rested his cheek on her hair. She pressed her body to his side. “Who knew?”
“No
one.”
“Not
your friend from the alley?”
“Owen. No . He knew I didn't date. I let him assume I’d had occasional women
in my life. It was easier.” He took a deep breath that swelled his chest. “You
have all my secrets.”
“They're
totally safe with me.” She lifted her head and kissed him, then broke away and
turned on her side, tugging his hand so he’d roll with her.
He
scooted up behind. Close enough she could feel his warmth, but not touching
her. It might be nice to be held again while she fell asleep. “You can hold
me.”
He
arrived at her back with a bounce that shook the bed. His arm looping over her
waist, his knees tucking up under hers. “Try and stop me.”
The
first time she’d been in this bedroom she’d said something similar to him. She’d
had no idea then she’d be here so willingly now.
He
nuzzled the back of her neck. “Thank you.”
“You
don’t need to thank me.” No way this encounter had been a duty.
“The
hell I do,” he said gruffly, sleepily. His arm was heavy and his breathing
of the rhythm he’d set and she trembled, clutching at the bed covering, willing
herself to come with him, but he stopped, went rigid and shouted her name, shaking
through his orgasm then sinking to his elbows and dropping his head to her
shoulder.
She
sighed and wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing his cheek, smoothing
his hair back.
“I have
to pull out,” he murmured, almost slurring.
She
gripped him, reveling in the way he still trembled and not quite ready to feel
that loss. “In a minute.” A minute of luxurious kisses, gone caramel sweet and
lazy, and then he shifted to the side, flopped on his back.
He
fumbled for her hand and brought it to his chest. “Are you okay?”
“More
than okay.” For a first effort it was mighty. And they were far from finished
with each other, but he was exhausted and she had no desire to leave his bed.
“Did
you?” he asked.
“No,
but close, it was good. I’d had sex a dozen times before I had an orgasm,
before I even got close, and with a new partner it can take time.”
“Do we
have time for me to learn how to get you there? Will you stay?”
She
wanted round two and if it was going to happen, they both needed to get under
the covers and sleep. “Hmm, I’d like that.” Mostly what she liked was that he
asked with enough hesitation to think she might leave. The not being taken for
granted thing was a huge buzz.
He
roused himself, tugged at the bed covers. “Can I get you anything?”
There
was a box of tissues on the floor near the bed. There were rainclouds outside,
there were hours still to sleep, to have his body again. “I have everything I
want.” She moved to let him pull the covers over them. His sheets were crispy
and cool, they smelled freshly laundered. She even approved of his firm pillow.
They
resettled in the bed side by side, not touching, and she was on the edge of
consciousness when he said. “Can I hold you?”
She
rolled over to look at him. He didn’t have a script for this afterward stuff. And
hers was mostly about getting dressed and going home or counting the seconds
until the man did. Virgin territory for both of them. Reid lay looking at the
ceiling. “You don’t have to. We should sleep.”
“I want
to.” He turned his head. “That was. I don’t know how to. I feel like I flew the
space shuttle, explored the cosmos. Like I invented the space shuttle and built
it with my own hands. Like I don’t know what year it is and I don’t care. Like
I’m human.”
She
smiled at him. “Human?”
“A real
person at last. Not alien, something apart.”
Oh, her
heart flipped. He was uncertain, his emotions so raw he was the most human of
men to her right now. She moved closer and wrapped her arm over his chest to
snuggle him.
He
rested his cheek on her hair. She pressed her body to his side. “Who knew?”
“No
one.”
“Not
your friend from the alley?”
“Owen. No . He knew I didn't date. I let him assume I’d had occasional women
in my life. It was easier.” He took a deep breath that swelled his chest. “You
have all my secrets.”
“They're
totally safe with me.” She lifted her head and kissed him, then broke away and
turned on her side, tugging his hand so he’d roll with her.
He
scooted up behind. Close enough she could feel his warmth, but not touching
her. It might be nice to be held again while she fell asleep. “You can hold
me.”
He
arrived at her back with a bounce that shook the bed. His arm looping over her
waist, his knees tucking up under hers. “Try and stop me.”
The
first time she’d been in this bedroom she’d said something similar to him. She’d
had no idea then she’d be here so willingly now.
He
nuzzled the back of her neck. “Thank you.”
“You
don’t need to thank me.” No way this encounter had been a duty.
“The
hell I do,” he said gruffly, sleepily. His arm was heavy and his breathing
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