Page 79 of The Lottery

Stretching me. Filling me. One deep thrust that sends fireworks exploding in my body.

I come so hard, so instantly, that it feels as if I am falling into bliss.

My hands claw at his back, my body trembling and arching beneath him, overcome by the sheer ecstasy of the moment. “You feel incredible,” I whisper.

He thrusts slow and deep, each motion sending ripples of pleasure through me, drawing out my orgasm as I moan against his ear.

“I need you,” he says in a voice that’s so full of passion it almost sounds pained.

“Don’t… ever… stop…” is all I can say in return.

He doesn’t. His thrusts become harder, longer, faster.

It’s almost too much. Too much of him. Of us. Too much emotion. Too much to contain in one night, one memory, one coupling. With him inside me, the rest of the world finally makes sense.

I feel my next orgasm welling up inside me, and Marek’s quick breathing tells me he’s close as well.

Our eyes lock.

Then our lips.

As I come, I feel him pulse inside me.

In every way, we are together. Bodies and souls.

The next day doesn’t matter. The next moment is too far away.

There is only right now

There is only Marek and me.

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We hold each other as the fire flickers against the walls, as the heat from our lovemaking turns to a warm afterglow. My body feels so alive, buzzing from his touch, his body, his nearness.

I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, my icy nose pressing against the heat of his skin. He turns to me, a soft smile on his lips. “You are cold. You should warm up.”

I chuckle, slipping my even colder hands down his stomach. “I am.”

He grunts, then brings his hands to my face, cupping them as he pulls me closer for a lingering kiss. I wrap my leg around his hips, our bodies pressed together in delicious closeness.

Our kiss deepens.

He hardens once more, rubbing against my center, still slick with him.

His head presses into me.

More gently this time.

I take him in, inch by agonizing inch.

In between kisses, we gaze into each other’s eyes. Studying each other. Diving into each other. Connecting on every level we can. Holding onto this precious moment with every breath.

He moves in me slowly this time. Our first lovemaking was fire and need and impatient taking. We spent the most urgent of our passion in that moment. This is something different. Slower. Deeper. A giving of ourselves.

Now we can take our time. Learn each other. Feel each other.

I don’t want to be apart from him. Even having him inside me doesn’t feel close enough.

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