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When I feel sure that nothing has been left at the surface to spill out, I lie down, and he lies next to me. We face each other and he wraps his arm around my waist. We lie together, out of breath, in silent euphoria as we come down from our high. It’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time, and now that it’s over, I already miss it.
The silence stretches on, the only sound in the room is our jagged breath, starting to return to normal. I look at his face. Moments ago we were so close, I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began. But now as I stare into his eyes I think, Who are you? What now? It hits me that this isn’t a regular date. This is it. No one last drink or the potential that we may spend the night together. It’s over. The deed is done. Yet neither of us moves. Our breathing is synched and we continue to stare at each other.
His fingers run along the curve of my hip, tracing up my body from my hip and up to my shoulders and back again.
“You wore me out,” he says.
“That was nothing. You did all the work. You should see me when I’m in charge.”
His perfect eyebrows raise and he lets out a low chuckle. “Well now I’m even more intrigued than before. It’s too bad this has to end.” His smile falters and there’s something almost sad about the look in his eyes.
“Yeah, it is.”
With a sigh, he stands up and puts his shirt on. It’s a shame to cover that body. Men like that should be permitted to be naked all the time, a gift to the women of this world.
“Thirsty?” he says, going to the mini fridge. He pulls out a chilled bottle of champagne.
I sit up and wrap the sheet around me. “Yes, thank you.”
While he fills two glasses with champagne, I can’t help but wonder if that did the trick. Was that the moment a child was made? I hope it was. If it didn’t take, will there be a second chance with this stranger, or will it be someone new next time? I didn’t ask Mosaic about it. I don’t know why that never occurred to me until this very moment. I’m sure more questions will arise as time goes by. I was so eager to have a child that I didn’t think about all the possibilities. I really hope if there is a next time, it’s with him.
He hands me the glass of champagne and I down it quickly. When I’m done, he takes it from me and sets it on the bedside table. With a glint in his eyes, he crawls over me, pressing my shoulders back until I’m fully reclined. Are we going for round two? Even though I’m sore as hell from being bludgeoned with his giant cock, I think I still have more in me.
But then he takes a pillow and tells me to lift my hips. He slides it underneath me so my hips are angled up. When it’s in place, he smiles down at me. “Feet up.” He makes another stack of pillows for my feet. “We need to make sure you get pregnant.”
He leans down and gives me a kiss, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. The shower comes on.
I’m still horny. How is that even possible after what we just did? Images from minutes before flash before my eyes. His body, glistened with sweat. His fingers, buried deep within me. The taste of his cock. I start to touch myself as the memories of this stranger flood me. Being with him has given me enough masturbatory material to last a lifetime. Who needs porn when I have him?
I touch myself, reliving the recent memory. He felt so good inside of me. Sometimes when you’re with a person for the first time, the chemistry is off. Teeth and noses knock together as you navigate those first kisses. You hesitate and feel self-conscious. I’ve always needed time to adjust to new people, even in the best circumstances. But this man, this nameless stranger, I felt like I’ve known him for my entire life. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation or even thought. My body acted on pure instinct and responded to his every move and ministration. There is no denying it. He’s the kind of man I’ve been searching for in the dating apps and at the lousy bars my friends and I gravitate to on Saturday nights. How is it possible that I had to find him this way, when we have no chance at a future together? The sadness of that thought is almost enough to turn me off, but then I think about him taking me from behind, and I’m back again. I keep touching myself, rolling my fingers over my sensitive clit until I come with his sperm still inside of me.
