Page 73 of Love Deep

“Come,” he bellows. “Come now!”

The coil snaps and I dissolve under him. He thrusts up and I feel his orgasm blend into mine.

He collapses over me, and I want him to stay there forever.

I wrap my arms around him and our breaths come heavy and labored. He rolls to his side, and I cling to him so we’re still connected, not wanting to let him go. I can’t.

He starts to move, but I try to hold him in place. I don’twant to lose this moment. I don’t want him to pull out of me. It feels like I’ll lose a part of him.

“Don’t move,” I say. But that’s not what I’m saying. Not really. I’m saying don’t leave. Don’t go back to New York. I’m asking him to stay. Stay with me.

“I have to. I need to deal with the condom.”

He pulls away and I’m empty.

I roll to my back as he takes off the condom. I know he’s right. I don’t want to get pregnant. We need to be sensible. But at the same time, I never want him to leave.

He pads back from the bathroom and crawls into bed, pulling me into his arms.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“I’m always okay when you’re here,” I say. All I can think about is the contrast between when he’s here and when he’s not. It’s all I can think about.

“How was Star Falls when I was gone?” he says.

“The same,” I reply. “I told you, nothing ever changes in Star Falls.”

“Have you spoken to Grace?”

I don’t want to talk about Grace right now. I don’t want to think about anything. If I start thinking, all that will fill my head are thoughts of what life will be like once Fisher is gone. I slide my hands down and circle my fingers around the base of his cock. I sweep my hands up his velvety smoothness, and he groans.

I try not to smile.

“Juniper,” he says, through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making you hard,” I say. “I want you to fuck me again.”

He groans and lengthens in my hands. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I shake my head. I want more of him. I want to take everything I can get.

He takes my breast in his hand and massages it, pulling at my nipple. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the wetness that starts as soon as he touches me.

He’s hard and heavy in my hands, and I lean over him for a condom. I tear open the packet and hand it to him.

While he’s rolling on the condom, I arrange myself so I’m facing the headboard, my hands clinging to the top while I kneel on the mattress.

“You want to get fucked from behind?” he asks, his voice dark.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I correct him.

He comes behind me and I can’t see what he’s doing, so I drop my hands and turn.

“Put your hands back on the headboard and don’t move unless I tell you to.” His tone is a warning.