Page 57 of The Interns

And now she was the one discovering something new about herself, kind of into the prospect of a lesson with him. She accepted his offer with a nod as he sat down on his bed. He placed the gun back in the drawer then felt around for a condom.

“But first,” she said, not wanting to get ahead of themselves or delay this any longer.

“But first,” he agreed.

He placed his hands on her hips and slid her jeans down her legs. She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the smile on her face as she steadied her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them. Any self-consciousness about being naked in front of each other for the first time was outweighed by giddy anticipation for what they were finally about to do.

He pulled her into his lap and she straddled him with her knees resting on the bed while he reached around to unclasp her bra with one hand. As it fell down her chest, he pulled it off and let it drop to the floor then buried his head in her chest, lapping up every inch of her bare skin. She wrapped her hands behind his neck, bracing herself as her head fell back, overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on her body. It was somehow all too much, but still not enough, so she brought her hands to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed, sliding down to come face to face so their lips could connect again.

And from there, it was a blur of bodies grinding against each other and hands going south to rid each other of the remnants of their clothing then explore again. Moans and heavy breathing interspersed with quiet laughter and whispers as feet got tangled up in jeans and elbows jabbed into sides while their bodies rolled and traded positions.

But they got there, her on her back again and him propped above her, and everything went quiet for just a moment as they looked at each other right before he entered her, causing the most sublime feeling of release. But the feeling lasted only a second as their union shattered the quiet, making her mind and body scream with even more need and desire. And she gave into it, her hands grasping at his skin as their bodies undulated together in the most natural way two people could.

“You. Feel. Amazing,” he breathed into the crook of her neck, the words punctuated with each thrust.

She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, all she could do was gasp, taking in a breath on top of the one she was already holding. But if she could, the word would have been how. How does this feel so…just so…ungh?

She thought she had had good sex before, but now she was questioning everything. Did his four extra years of experience give him that much of an edge over her past partners? Or had she foolishly underestimated him once again? The man had heart, she knew this already, and it was showing in this bed as he gave her absolutely everything he had. Before she could give it another thought, though, the room went black as her eyes clenched shut.

“Reed,” she finally managed to get out. “I…I’m…”

She lost her words again, but he knew. Her arms tightened around his back, fingers digging into his skin as every muscle in her body tightened. He moaned as she clenched around him, spurring him to go deeper and deeper with each thrust, trying to feel every last bit of their first time together since they were both only hanging on by a thread.

She went first, arching her back and pressing her chest into him, gasping one last time before letting out a breathy cry as she finally released everything she had been holding in. She clung to him as he followed with the final few thrusts before going stiff and still in her arms as he came.

She fell back onto the bed and he onto her. Warm, sweaty, and heady. He nuzzled his face into her neck as she ran a hand up his back and into the mess of curls at the base of his neck, combing her fingers through them as she breathed him in and wrapped her leg over his, creating a tangled mess of limbs and sheets around them.

She had no words.

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Reed

He opened his eyes, not to the sight of his ceiling or bedroom window like most mornings, but to the beautiful face of the woman who had been making his days brighter and had given him one of the single best nights of his life just hours earlier.

She was on her side with her eyes shut and face so relaxed and peaceful as she breathed softly in and out. Her bare, sculpted shoulders peeked out above the top of the white sheet which covered the rest of the most exquisite body he’d ever seen in his life. Shapely and strong yet soft. He ran his hand under the sheet draped across them and onto her hip, fingers grazing over the protrusion of her hip bone before coming to rest in the dip of her waist.

Some morning afters were meant to be forgotten, but not this one. It was the beautiful ending to months of longing, one he wanted to bask in since it would be the memory he returned to when he asked himself if this had been worth it when it was all said and done in just a few days.

Her eyes began to flutter open, taking a moment to focus on his face before she gave him a smile. She looked as happy to wake up next to him as he had been, which was a beautiful image to add to this memory.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she said.

“You sleep well?”

“I did.” She brought her hand to his bare torso, matching his touch under the covers.

“Did you?”

“Yeah.”

They laid together, quiet for a few moments, hands gently grazing over each other’s bodies. He could only imagine, and hope, that she was taking time to bask in the afterglow of their night together just as he was.

“Mmm, what time is it?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

He rolled partially onto his back to glance behind him at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “Nine-thirty.”

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