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I almost lose my composure and laugh. Of all the things to say in a moment like that, “oh” is just about the most mild Midwestern Diego thing he could have chosen.
I hang on, moving my hips harder, driving my cock into him now that I know it’s welcome. Maybe I can make him say something else, something actually harsh or filthy. I’ve at least got to try, right?
I prop myself up on my arms to get better leverage. Diego’s still pulling on my hair, like he can’t stand to let it go, but the prickle is pleasant as the motion of my body moves us both. Diego’s eyes are screwed shut, his head tilting back, his mouth open around broken whimpers. He’s always the quieter of the two of us, and that holds true even tonight. The moan I let out every time I sink into his blissful heat is much louder than his little whines.
I’ll have to work on that.
I dive into him, shifting subtly until I find an angle that makes his whole body jerk. That’s it. That’s what he needs. That’s whatIneed, if I’m going to shatter him the way he shatters me.
I chase after it, doggedly determined, thrusting into him with all I have so I can hit that particular angle again and again. Finally, Diego’s voice rises. Finally, he moans from every thrust. Finally, he’s pitching louder than me.
He releases my hair and grabs at himself, so overcome he actually fumbles his own cock at first. Then he has himself and he’s moving in shaky little jerks, begging for relief.
“That’s it,” I say. “That’s it, baby. You feel good, don’t you?”
It’s not a sincere question. The answer is written in every breath, in the heat billowing off his skin, in the sounds leaping from his throat. But I’m greedy. I want to hear it anyway.
“Don’t you?” I push.
“Yeah,” he gasps. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. I do. I…”
His body goes taut. I don’t push him more. He’s already dancing along the edge, and I have to rush to keep up. I can’t believe that after all this it’s Diego who breaks first, who shouts and comes over his fist while I’m still diving into him searching for release.
I thrust hard and fast, not wanting to overstimulate him but needing the relief promised by his body. His orgasm thunders through him, and he clenches around me. My eyes snap shut as the pressure threatens to blind me. I pound into him, thinking of nothing but the warmth, the tightness, the feel of my entire cock clutched inside his body.
I definitely shout louder than him when I follow him.
The sound explodes from my throat as I empty inside him. I can’t hold it back even a fraction. It scrapes alongmy tongue before filling the bedroom, and I lose sight of everything but pure, head-spinning pleasure.
I swear I’ve never had an orgasm like this. I swear I’ve never come so hard. I’m floating out of my own body, leaving behind everything but this warm feeling of total bliss.
When I come back to myself, I find myself lying atop Diego, panting for breath while he combs his fingers through my hair. Shit, I don’t know how long I’ve been lying on him like this. It can’t be that long. He’s not complaining, and there’s still sweat slick on our skin where we touch. Even so, I force myself up on arms that feel like they don’t have a single bone left in them and pull myself out of him.
Leaving the bed even temporarily is torment. I return as swiftly as I can and get us both under the sheets. I lie on Diego, my head on his chest, a leg thrown over his thighs, his fingers right back in my hair where they constantly seem to end up.
“Was it okay?” I say.
Diego’s laugh rumbles under me. “You’re joking, right?”
I push myself up enough to meet his eyes. “No. You said you only tried it once before. You seemed nervous. I want to know.”
Diego’s gaze is unsteady with his glasses set aside. He keeps threading my hair between his fingers like a ribbon. “Yes, it was okay,” he says, but he wears a smile thatsays it was a whole lot more than okay. “Shall I write up a proper review?”
“You would.”
“And you would actually read it and take it seriously.”
We dissolve into laughter, and I settle my head back down on his chest. For a long time, we’re quiet, just breathing, just being here like this, just feeling the new rush of a future that’s big and wide and thrilling. And suddenly I realize the answer to what he asked me when he banged on my door tonight.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say eventually.
“You were thinking during that?” Diego says. “Because I definitely couldn’t.”
I chuckle. “Not really. Okay, sort of. Look, my brain kind of never shuts up.”
“I believe that.”
“The point is,” I say, “I was thinking about everything you said when you showed up tonight, what you proposed. And maybe it’s just endorphins or whatever, but I feel like if I did this I’d want it to be an adventure. I wouldn’t want to stay in Montridge. If I’m going to do this, I want to go all the way. I want to travel the world. I want to experience something totally new.”
