me again and held onto my shoulders, pulling me into him. “Yeah, baby. Come with me. God, Becki. Now!”
When Calon started grunting, and I could feel the strain of his back muscles under my fingers, I let go. Waves crashed over me, and I lost all control. We thrust harder and harder as we chased something bigger than the two of us, and with each thrust we came closer and closer to climax.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, and he clenched mine. I felt him swell inside me, and that was my undoing. I started to come, and he followed suit. We writhed. We were wild and loud, and it was so real, so raw, and so right. We bucked against one another and both came so hard, my legs and arms sprung from around him. My feet slammed into the bed at the same time my hands slapped the mattress beside me and captured handfuls of sheets. At that moment he was fucking me, I had to let go in surrender to an orgasm that threatened to shatter me, but he held on and pumped the rest of what he had into me. Then he slowed just as I hit the end of my climax and after a couple shakes and twitches our bodies went lax, and we tried to catch our breath. The sheets were wet underneath me, our bodies slick between us from sweat, and there was as scent that hung low in the air that was primal.
He slowly rolled off of me and onto his side. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure I could even see. I turned my head toward him and forced my eyes open. He reached over and laid his hand on the side of my face and touched my lips with the pad of his thumb. Unspoken words hung in the air between us. At first, I hesitated, but then I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and spoke them.
“I love you, Calon Ridge.” His eyes fluttered, and he gasped. Hesitant tears burned my eyes, and we both laughed. We were in love. Real love for the first time. Calon was my first in so many ways.
I COULD HEAR Becki singing in the shower, which made me smile. She had damn good taste in music, but she couldn’t hold a tune to save her life. I lay in bed, overcome with the excitement of the beginning of something big but, at the same time, an overwhelming sense of desistance. Somehow in the act of making love to and professing my love for Becki, my past became just that, my past. Never in all my life had I experienced a love like what I felt for Becki, and it came on so strong and so quickly. It had left me emotionally flailing to make sense of any of it for the past few months. My emotions were all over the place, and I was glad to have a moment alone to sort out what I was feeling. Not because I wanted to hide my emotions from Becki, I just wasn’t sure I could put what I felt into words, and I just needed to work through that myself, alone.
There were tears but not tears of sadness. Simply four years of tangled up emotions pouring from me and leaving room behind to fill the ache in my chest for what I could safely assume was the love of my life. I was comforted by the closure I felt. I didn’t need to forget my past or where my heart had been and how it had been hurt. I just needed to be able to let go of those emotions and move on. My past was still part of where I’d been and who I was because of what I went through with Chloe, the abuse I’d suffered at the hands of more than one of my mom’s boyfriends, the accident, and my confusion over Gracie, but it wasn’t taking up any of my heart anymore. Realizing I was in love with Becki, being forthright with those feelings, and having her reciprocate them had given my soul permission to move on and finally let go and accept all that life had thrown at me.
When Becki walked out wrapped in a towel, I realized how long I’d laid there trying to sort out the tornado of emotions coursing through me.
“Hi.” Her voice was timid, and her smile sweet.
“Hey there, beautiful.” I winked and patted the bed next to me.
“You’re very naked. Don’t you wanna cover up or something?” She sat and
When Calon started grunting, and I could feel the strain of his back muscles under my fingers, I let go. Waves crashed over me, and I lost all control. We thrust harder and harder as we chased something bigger than the two of us, and with each thrust we came closer and closer to climax.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, and he clenched mine. I felt him swell inside me, and that was my undoing. I started to come, and he followed suit. We writhed. We were wild and loud, and it was so real, so raw, and so right. We bucked against one another and both came so hard, my legs and arms sprung from around him. My feet slammed into the bed at the same time my hands slapped the mattress beside me and captured handfuls of sheets. At that moment he was fucking me, I had to let go in surrender to an orgasm that threatened to shatter me, but he held on and pumped the rest of what he had into me. Then he slowed just as I hit the end of my climax and after a couple shakes and twitches our bodies went lax, and we tried to catch our breath. The sheets were wet underneath me, our bodies slick between us from sweat, and there was as scent that hung low in the air that was primal.
He slowly rolled off of me and onto his side. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure I could even see. I turned my head toward him and forced my eyes open. He reached over and laid his hand on the side of my face and touched my lips with the pad of his thumb. Unspoken words hung in the air between us. At first, I hesitated, but then I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and spoke them.
“I love you, Calon Ridge.” His eyes fluttered, and he gasped. Hesitant tears burned my eyes, and we both laughed. We were in love. Real love for the first time. Calon was my first in so many ways.
I COULD HEAR Becki singing in the shower, which made me smile. She had damn good taste in music, but she couldn’t hold a tune to save her life. I lay in bed, overcome with the excitement of the beginning of something big but, at the same time, an overwhelming sense of desistance. Somehow in the act of making love to and professing my love for Becki, my past became just that, my past. Never in all my life had I experienced a love like what I felt for Becki, and it came on so strong and so quickly. It had left me emotionally flailing to make sense of any of it for the past few months. My emotions were all over the place, and I was glad to have a moment alone to sort out what I was feeling. Not because I wanted to hide my emotions from Becki, I just wasn’t sure I could put what I felt into words, and I just needed to work through that myself, alone.
There were tears but not tears of sadness. Simply four years of tangled up emotions pouring from me and leaving room behind to fill the ache in my chest for what I could safely assume was the love of my life. I was comforted by the closure I felt. I didn’t need to forget my past or where my heart had been and how it had been hurt. I just needed to be able to let go of those emotions and move on. My past was still part of where I’d been and who I was because of what I went through with Chloe, the abuse I’d suffered at the hands of more than one of my mom’s boyfriends, the accident, and my confusion over Gracie, but it wasn’t taking up any of my heart anymore. Realizing I was in love with Becki, being forthright with those feelings, and having her reciprocate them had given my soul permission to move on and finally let go and accept all that life had thrown at me.
When Becki walked out wrapped in a towel, I realized how long I’d laid there trying to sort out the tornado of emotions coursing through me.
“Hi.” Her voice was timid, and her smile sweet.
“Hey there, beautiful.” I winked and patted the bed next to me.
“You’re very naked. Don’t you wanna cover up or something?” She sat and
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