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Share Us
The external world, with its demands and expectations, feels miles away. At this moment, Mia and I are connecting on a profoundly elemental level.
The night deepens, and our conversation takes another turn, this time towards the future. "You know," I say, "I've always dreamed of writing a book. Something that captures the essence of our times. Maybe even an autobiography if I can accomplish more." She nods, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and encouragement. "And you? What do you dream of?"
She hesitates momentarily, then reveals, "I dream of traveling. Seeing the world. Experiencing cultures far from our own."
I can't help but feel a connection, a shared longing for something more. "It's amazing," I continue, "how talking about dreams can make you feel so...connected. Isn’t it?"
"Yeah," she agrees, "it's like our hopes and fears, they're not just ours anymore. They're shared; intertwined."
A bond forms in the quiet of the night amidst our dreams and hopes; our vulnerabilities laid bare. It's delicate yet strong enough to withstand the storms of vulnerability we've just weathered together. "This...this connection," I finally say. "It's something special, isn't it?"
She smiles a soft, knowing smile. "Yes, Jake, it is."
The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across Mia's face, underlining the gravity and beauty of the moment between us. It's as if the firelight is weaving us closer, its warm glow a testament to the breathtaking intimacy blooming in the confined space of the room.
"These dreams of ours," I whisper, feeling the weight of our shared confidences, "are like beacons, guiding us through the darkness."
Mia's gaze is fixed on the candle, but her mind is miles away, perhaps traversing the globe she longs to explore. "It's funny," she muses, her voice barely above the crackle of the candle, "how storms both inside and out can rattle us, yet here we are, finding peace amid chaos."
Her words strike a chord deep within me. Looking outside, I notice the storm has picked up—the relentless rain taps against the window, mirroring the storm of emotions swirling within us.
The space between us feels infused with a rare serenity despite the turmoil outside. Perhaps because of it.
"I think," Mia continues, turning her gaze back to me, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions, "that sharing our deepest fears and desires amidst the world's clamor... it's brave. It's what makes moments like this unforgettable."
The air between us becomes charged, our shared vulnerabilities acting as a magnet, drawing us inevitably closer. I can't resist the pull, nor do I want to. Leaning in, I close the distance between us, our lips meeting in a kiss that feels as inevitable as the sunrise.
It's gentle at first, like the brush of a feather, then deepens with the intensity of the storm raging outside. In this kiss, all our dreams and fears converge, binding us together in a way that words never could. The kissing intensifies as our hands tear at each other’s clothes. We give into the raw, unbridled passion and desire we share without question.
It’s risky because one of the children could wake up at any time, but luckily, the creaking floorboards of the hallway upstairs would alert us of any footsteps we could hear from the living room.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Mia confesses against my lips, while we move in a rush to undress each other.
“I feel the same. It’s like you’re my addiction. I crave you. I need you. You give me the kind of feeling that’s rare to feel.”
I’m about to sweet talk her some more when her lips press hard against mine from the excitement coursing through our bodies as we roll around on the carpet naked. She straddles me while looking down at me with bright eyes of passion as she grabs my hardness and does the honors of directing me inside of her body.
We both sigh in pleasure in unison as I keep my hands gripping her hands. She rides me better than any horse she’s jumped on at the ranch. I bite my lip in want at her as she controls my body with each sway of her hips.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as our moans reach the ceiling before we quiet down, remembering the children upstairs. The flickering of the candles and the dim glow of the living room give it a more romantic setting.
I begin rolling my hips into her, becoming a bumpy ride for her as I have her bouncing up and down on me because I can’t help but want to be in control.
But she doesn’t mind.
Not with the pleasure written across her face that’s better than any love poem.
“Oh, Jake,” she moans, in the sweetest tone. I wish I could have it on repeat to listen to whenever I wanted. It's like a vinyl record I’d play every night just for the sweet sound.
I love it too, each time she calls out my name when we’re like this. Trapped in the throes of fiery passion as we allow ourselves to give in to the moment continually.
To continually give in to each other.
I hope it can stay like this and that nothing deters the blossoming romance between us. I respect her being afraid and wanting to focus on being a parent, but I want to show her that I’m here to help with her journey in life, not add obstacles to it.
I close my eyes when I feel the familiar feeling build up in me after we’ve been at this for some time. I think the adrenaline rushes through us from having to sneak to make love. It helps to bring about our climaxes a lot faster.
“You’re so damn perfect, Mia,” I find myself cursing in ecstasy, as my hips thrust even harder upwards, hitting her spot, and that’s all she wrote as she tightened on me. Her eyes gleamed in euphoric bliss as her pleasurable end wet my lap, while I shot inside her like Independence Day.
