Page 102 of One Adult, Please

Grant takes a folded animal blanket from the shelf and spreads it over the concrete near the wall.

“For your knees,” he says.

I lower onto it.

He's hard and flushed and when I wrap my hand around him, he makes a sound that's halfway to a whimper. I lean forward and taste him. Salt and skin.

His hands move to my hair.

I work him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips jerk, what makes him switch from words to sounds.

"Grace, stop."

I pull back.

He takes my hands. I stand. He reaches into a small box on the shelf and pulls out a condom.

"Band-aid house supply?" I ask.

"Beck insisted everyone carry one after Joel's perimeter check."

"Of course he did."

Grant rolls it on, his ears going a little pink. "He called it emergency preparedness."

He lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist. My back presses against the wall. I feel him between us, hard and wanting. I reach down to guide him.

He pushes in slowly, and the stretch is immediate and intense. I gasp against his shoulder. He pushes deeper. I feel every bit of him entering me, filling me.

"Grace," he breathes when he's fully inside. "God, Grace."

He moves. Every thrust is intentional.

"I've wanted this," he says, and his voice is rough now, cracking at the edges. "I've wanted to know what you sound like when you let go."

His rhythm increases. Harder now. More desperate. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the small room.

"You feel incredible." His breathing is ragged.

The second orgasm builds differently. I feel it coming from far away and I let it happen.

"Grant," I say, and his name is the only word I have left. "Grant, Grant, Grant."

"I'm here. With you. Let go."

It breaks over me. I shake against him, around him, moaning and holding on to his shoulders. Grant groans against my neck and I feel him follow me over the edge, feel his rhythm break and his body shudder and his arms tighten around me as he comes.

We stay like that for a long time. Pressed against the wall. Wrapped around each other. Both of us breathing like we've run a marathon at high altitude.

He's still inside me. Still holding me up. His forehead rests against my shoulder and I can feel his heart pounding against my chest. "Grace," he finally says.

"Mm."

"I need to put you down. My arms are shaking."

"Your arms never shake."

"They do when I'm holding the most important thing in the world against a wall."