Page 28 of Come Apart
A chill passes through me. The ache is too much.
I groan into Alyssa's mouth. She pulls me closer, rocks harder. Her nails sink into my back again. She moans.
The ache builds until it's too much to take.
That's it.
My orgasm rocks through me, a harsh wave of almost painful pleasure. I release everything I have in me inside of her, my cock convulsing in ecstasy.
Her lips stay on mine, but her kiss turns softer, sweeter.
My breath is loud in the silence.
It takes me a minute to recover.
But then we untangle our bodies and I collapse next to her. She smiles at me, her expression deliciously satisfied.
I bring my hands to her back and hold her as closely as I can.
It can't get any more perfect than this night.
* * *
After,Alyssa and I lie in bed, not really watching sitcom reruns on TV.
I curl up behind her, tracing the soft curves of her body.
I can never get enough.
She shifts constantly in a hopeless attempt to pretend as if she's not tired.
I whisper in her ear. "Go to sleep."
But she shakes her head and presses her body against mine. "If I'm asleep, I won't feel you holding me."
"I'll hold you anytime you want." I consider pushing it—reminding her how much easier it would be to hold her if she moved in—but I don't.
I don't want to ruin the moment.
She turns back to me, pressing her smiling lips against mine.
"You can't see the TV like this," I murmur.
"I'll live."
The kiss is soft and sweet, and there's no sense in arguing.
This is exactly where we need to be.
We stay like that for a while, our bodies tangled up on the bed. Until her breath is heavy and slow.
"Okay," she sighs. "I'll sleep."
She shifts, stretching out.
I take one last look at her—damn she's gorgeous—before hunting for the toothbrush in my overnight bag. My phone rings.
I ignore it—who the hell could be calling this late?
