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We don’t speak, just listen to each other's breaths and heartbeats. I could stay here forever in his embrace, warm and safe, but I can already feel fluids from our encounter going cold and drying on my thighs. I slowly pull away from him, intending to clean up in the shower, preferably with him, but Dan watches me rise with trepidation.
“Where are you going?”
He sounds so stiff that I can’t help but think that he wants me to stay. Good, because that’s what I want too, but I can’t help but tease him a little. “Showering so I can go home.”
He looks offended and, in the blink of an eye, reaches out for my hand. “No way. You’re staying here.”
I tilt my head to the side, fighting the growing smirk on my face. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Dan rolls to the edge of the bed and grabs me by the hips. As tired as I am, I still squeal as he lifts me back onto the bed on top of him, locking his arms in legs around me to stop me from leaving. I giggle right before he kisses me again, with all the same passion as before, and in seconds I’m sighing against him, returning his kisses happily.
We make out unhurriedly in the afterglow, Dan’s hands carding through my hair as I lazily trace the muscles of his arms and shoulders with my fingers. This newfound access to each other’s naked bodies is addicting, and I can now see why people will sometimes spend all day in bed together.
It takes some time, but the energy changes, going from indulgent and slow to heated. Dan’s hands grip me more forcefully, palming my ass as he ducks his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. I moan, grinding against him when I feel his erection start to grow once more.
When he’s hard, I reposition myself, lifting my hips until my pussy is hovering over the head of his cock, balancing with my hands on his shoulders. All thoughts of teasing and showers have left me, and I’m ready to watch the expressions on his face change as I ride him.
With agonizing carefulness, I lower myself onto him, hissing as my walls are forced to stretch again so soon. It stings but in a good way. Dan watches me as if I’m something holy, gaze going from where we are connected, to my eyes, and then back again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me, voice thick with emotion.
I take him into me fully, rocking forward to find my rhythm, just the right way so he’s rubbing against my inner walls. Once I find my pace, I ride him in earnest, clumsy at times but eager to please. Dan holds my hips, stroking my ribs, stomach, and pinching my nipples as I do. My whole body is still vibrating from how hard I had come the first time, and it’s happy to rise to the occasion again.
My second climax feels like a natural continuation of the first, hitting me hard but then washing over me like a wave of wonderful sensations. I ride with abandon, tits bouncing and moans echoing off the bedroom walls. Dan grips my hips again, this time so hard that his fingertips leave little indentations in my skin, thrusting up just as I roll my body forward, again and again, until he too is orgasming. Teeth clenched, he takes over fully as I have to stop, exhausted, pushing up into me until he’s spilled the last drop of his cum deep inside me.
This time, when I fall forward and we snuggle close, Dan is quick to pull me against his body and cover us with the duvet. I know I need to shower; we both do, but I’m still twitching with the aftershocks of coming so hard, twice. Dan is nearly boneless beside me, eyelids heavy.
With a soft smile, I press my lips against his, heart swelling when he sighs in contentment. The shower can come later. For now, I don’t want to leave this space or the man beside me.
30
Amsterdam, July 2, 2022
Dan
Last night,I had every intention of getting high enough that I would be able to pass out and forget my fate for the upcoming week, but of course, Elise had to show up and ruin my carefully laid ideas yet again. This time, though, she managed to do it in the best way possible.
I’d like to think I’d have never slept with her, had she not tricked me into rolling on the bed with her and just being so damned tempting all at the same time, but at this point, what does it even matter? We had sex. I took her virginity, and there is no going back now. The cat is decidedly not getting back in the bag.
Do I even want to? If I’m honest with myself, no… no I don’t. There is something so cathartic about having given into the whole thing between Elise and me. No more trying to hold myself back, no more denying the burning attraction I feel for her… it’s done. Now I feel like I can breathe again.
As I wake up, there is a strange mixture of self-loathing and hedonistic happiness flowing through me. Stretching my muscles out, I brush away the loathing, planning to deal with it later, when there isn’t a beautiful, willing woman in my bed.
Except, she’s not.
I reach over for Elise, planning to pull her body against mine and try to coax her into another round of lovemaking before we have to face the real world. Here in this bed, we’re in our own little world, and all the consequences of this choice we’ve made are far away on the other side of my bedroom door. My stomach sinks as I find her side of the bed cold and empty, nothing but messed up sheets even hinting that she had been there at all.
I sit up, brows drawn together in concern, ready to call out for her when I hear the sound of the sink from my en suite bathroom. Breathing a sigh of relief, I slip out of the bed, putting on a pair of boxers in a display of some sort of modesty, and pad my way across the room to find her. I feel jilted out of my romantic morning wake up and how much I had looked forward to cuddling her warm body in my arms, but maybe she’ll still join me for an encore of the previous night's performance.
In the bathroom, Elise is already dressed once more in her scarlet romper from the party, finger-combing her hair as she leans close to the lighted mirror. She spares me a glance and a small, secret smile before returning to her grooming.
“Good morning,” I tell her, feeling slightly unsettled that she doesn’t even speak to me.
“Morning,” she bursts out, her eyes still pinned on the mirror in front of the sink.
I make my way to her, planning to step behind her and kiss her long, graceful neck, but she doesn’t move a single inch to greet me, and I know her body language well enough to see that she doesn’t want me to touch her. My heart jumps into my throat. What have I done wrong?
