Page 39 of Infected By Virus

RAE

Virus mumbled against her hand as she rode him, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. And at the moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered were their bodies, pushing ever closer to that feeling she hadn’t felt in almost seven long and agonizing years.

Not just pleasure, she’d enjoyed plenty of that. More than was proper for a young lady, according to society. There was pleasure, and then there was pleasure. The feeling of joining bodies with someone your heart called to is unlike anything else.

No matter the time and distance between them. No matter what the future held, it was all irrelevant and insignificant in the moment. Being with Darrin was like her heart beating, her lungs expanding and contracting, the blood coursing through her body and returning again and again and again.

It just was. Without thought or conscience prompting.

It.

Just.

Was.

When her orgasm slammed into her, the scream was perched on her lips. It was Darrin’s turn to silence her. Releasing her hips, he gripped her throat tight enough to block her voice. He fucked her through the stars that closed in on her vision.

Somehow, he still knew. Knew her body with an intimacy no one else ever had or ever will. Just as the darkness crept in from the periphery, he loosened his hold on her throat and rolled their bodies. He then powered into her with a force that inched her along the carpet borderline painfully.

Luckily, she still had her underwear and sleep set on. She’d been in such a hurry to feel him in her body, she’d simply slid them aside. Another friction point that wouldn’t be pleasant in the light of day.

His thrust got sporadic, untamed, and she could feel the signs of his impending orgasm.

“Rae, now,” he grit out as he tilted his head back.

She returned the favor he’d extended her earlier and wrapped her hands around his throat. His neck seemed a lot more corded than she remembered and it took some extra umph before his eyes tilted skyward right before he came with such force, she thought he’d never stop.

When Virus was spent, he collapsed to the side, snagging the blanket from the bed and covering them. Rae grabbed a pillow for him, then burrowed into his chest.

Neither spoke, but his hand never stopped its rhythmic stroking of her back through the fabric of her tank.

It made her ache for the years they’d missed together because of emotional immaturity and careless mistakes.

“That was amazing, Rae.”

She couldn’t hold back the little sarcastic laugh that bubbled up.

“That was never an issue between us. It was when we weren’t naked that was the problem.”

“It may have escaped your notice, my sunshine.” He tapped her nose with a finger and spoke in a teasing tone. “But we are both still dressed.”

Rae slapped his chest. “You know what I mean, asshole.” She faux snarked.

“Yeah, baby. I do. But we’ve both changed, and I think we got a real shot this time as long as we let go of the past and tackle the future as a team.”

His words burrowed into her heart. Whether she knew it or not, those were the words she’d needed. More than apologies and forgiveness. More than an explanation of why Celeste or why he didn’t chase after her when they broke up.

That had been the line of questions that had plagued her over the years, but she finally realized they didn’t matter.

It was like a weight lifted off her body. So physical in nature that she sagged more into him.

“What was that?”

When Virus asked, she sat up and shot a glance toward the door, assuming he must’ve heard something.

“What was what?” She turned back and forth from him to the door. Instead of answering, he reached for her tank and pulled it over her head.

Rae watched in fascination as he worked his boxers off.

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