Page 107 of The Moon Also Rises
When I open my eyes many long, heady seconds later, Rami’s eyes are still on me as he keeps thrusting into me. His silver stare is so intense, I look away and down at where he ruts into me.
It was the wrong thing to do. His hand jolts up to grip my chin and he tilts my head up so my eyes find his again.
“Stay with me,” he says and it’s an order. An order I obey. I hold his eye contact as he crashes into me over and over again. I bring my hands up to hold the back of his head until his mouth falls open and with a deep, guttural groan, Rami comes.
Just like last time, Rami thinks nothing of the mess between us as he collapses on top of me. His body convulses a few times, almost of its own accord, and then he starts to kiss along my collarbone.
“Jake, I—” He begins.
But I don’t want any more words. His words have already devastated me.
“Rami, please don’t talk,” I say and it’s a miracle my voice doesn’t break.
He lifts up to look at me then.
“Are you… Are you okay?”
I nod quickly, convinced if I open my mouth to speak again I’ll cry.
“Jake,” Rami tries again.
This time I shake my head and close my eyes. It seems to get my message delivered because a second later, Rami lowers his head and just holds me.
And even though part of me wants to push him away and run from this room, from this scene where I felt more than I have for anyone ever, I let him. I stay and I let him hold me. I may not be ready for his words, but I’m ready to let him do that.
Many minutes later, Rami slides carefully out of me and kisses my cheek before getting up, slipping the condom off him as he walks away.
“Stay where you are,” he says and I don’t have the energy not to conform.
When Rami returns, still gloriously naked with a light sheen of sweat and cum covering his torso, he has a warm wet cloth in one hand and a couple of blankets in the other. He sets about cleaning up our stomachs and then throws the cloth towards the kitchen. I have no idea where it lands, nor do I care, because Rami is covering me with blankets and finding one of the couch’s cushions to place under my head. Eventually, he comes to lie down next to me and I roll over so I can tangle my legs in his.
“So, you’re not one for pillow talk?” Rami shifts so his arm is behind my shoulders and I come to rest my head on his chest.
I give him a short, rough laugh. “Your words have a lot of power,” I say honestly. “Sometimes they catch me unaware.”
“Are you saying I render you speechless sometimes, Forester? Wonders will never cease.”
I know he expects me to banter with him but I don’t want to. “I’m saying…” I pause. I feel I owe it to Rami to be as transparent as I possibly can in this moment. “I’m saying I’m scared.”
“Scared? Of… this.” He squeezes my hand.
“Terrified,” I reply, my voice small and raw but still undeniably brave.
Rami takes so long to reply I’m not sure he even will but just as my thoughts drift elsewhere, he speaks.
“Me too,” he simply says. “But maybe, maybe we can be scared together?”
“Maybe we can,” I agree.
And we lie there, scared together, until night falls and a waning moon appears high in the sky.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rami
On Monday, I woke up with Jake in my bed and in my arms.
On Tuesday, I got to work an hour early and so did he and we brought each other to orgasm with our hands while leaning and moaning against the closed door of our office.
