What if she doesn’t?
I walk to the bathroom naked, and she strips, so comfortable in her skin around me as I adjust the spray and guide her in. We just stand there, letting the hot water fall over us. Her mood matches mine, mellow, lazy as exhaustion seeps into our bones. We sure as hell packed a lot into the weekend, both of us clinging to every minute and not wanting to sleep. Maybe it’s possible that she’s feeling more too. But in the end, where could this possibly go? We have different lives, different futures ahead of us.
We wash each other with unhurried hands, taking our time touching, like it could very well be our last. She lets loose a small sigh as I remove the nozzle and spray the soap from her flesh.
“I am so sleepy,” she says, her eyes half-lidded.
“Me too.”
I shut off the water, wrap her in a big towel, and dry myself off quickly. She dries off, drops the towel and climbs into bed, and I slide in beside her, our bodies slightly damp and so warm. I’ve been inside her numerous times, yet suddenly I need the connection more than I need air.
I run my hand down her stomach and she sighs with delight. I touch her legs and no matter how exhausted she is, she widens them for me. Her inner thighs are hot as I lightly caress them, and her whimper fills the quiet in the room as I go higher and higher until I find her damp lips. But this dampness isn’t from the shower. No, she’s wet and slick from my touch. This is what I do to her and I damn well love it.
I touch her clit, brush it lightly with my thumb, and her sleepy moans stroke my cock. I’m so goddamn tired I could barely think straight to begin with, but now, with all the blood racing to my cock, I have zero intellect left.
I stroke her a little more, and put my finger inside her. Her hips lift, and her head falls to the side. Such a needy girl. Grinning, and wanting her to come tonight with me inside her, I climb over her, and push her legs open wider.
“I need to be inside you, sweetness.”
She wiggles, and the second my crown penetrates her hot pussy, something niggles in the back of my lust-rattled brain. Fuck, what is it I’m supposed to remember? Her muscles squeeze me as I enter, and that’s when it hits me, and I quickly pull out.
“Shit, we need a condom,” I say. Her eyes go wide at first, then they soften as she places a hand on my cheek.
“It’s okay, Christian. After our first time, I went to the doctor and went on the pill. I wanted the added protection, because neither of us want kids.”
“Right,” I say, an odd tightness in my chest, not because I want kids, but because Maize deserves to have a family of her own, and the thoughts of her having a family that doesn’t include me in the picture simply adds to the pressure in my body.
“So you see, we can have sex without protection.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before this?”
She frowns. “It takes a full cycle before I’m protected.”
I nod, although I sense that’s not the entire truth. Maybe she was frightened by the idea of skin on skin. I’ve never had sex without a condom, either. Never wanted to. Right now, there isn’t anything I want more in the world, although I’m afraid it could fuck me over, and that taking her with no barriers, her hot flesh on mine as I orgasm, leaving a part of me in her body, might be something I can’t quite come back from.
“You sure about this, Maize?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and presses her lips to mine, answering without words, and I press my crown to her opening and jerk my hips forward, entering her deeply. We both moan as intense pleasure moves through us, and I brush her hair from her face, pressing kisses to her eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks as my heart pounds erratically against my ribcage. We move in synch and she hugs me tighter, our chests crushed together.
I glide in and out of her slickness, and she grows hotter, wetter with each thrust. Her body moves in rhythm to mine, our moves those of long-time lovers who know how to give and how to take. Never in my life have I had anyone like Maize in my bed, and lovemaking had never ever been this good with anyone.
Lovemaking.
She was right when she said that’s what we’re doing. Pretty crazy for a man who fucks and doesn’t do relationships, right? What can I say? I’m falling for this woman and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it, even though it can only end with loss. She’s not looking for a future with me and I’m not looking for one with her. It could never work. Right?
“Christian,” she murmurs and presses her lips to my neck as her muscles tighten around me, her keening cry filling the room as she lets go, and tumbles into an orgasm. I breathe deep, revel in each hard clench as she milks my own release.
“Maize…” I murmur and pound into her. She scrapes her nails along my back and the sensations reach my balls. They tighten, and the world goes dark around me as I press my mouth to her shoulder and fill her with my seed. I groan as I spurt inside her, the lack of barrier bringing on the hardest orgasm of my life. Who knew it would be so good without a condom? Then again, would it be this good with anyone, or is every nerve ending tingling because it’s Maize in my arms?
I deplete myself and fall over her, our mouths seeking one another.
