Page 73 of Once a Month

She lifts up and spreads my legs, placing her legs between them. Then, she moves again to take off her thong, and she’s naked now. She’s gloriously naked and perfect in all her imperfections. I reach out to touch her, but she shoves me back down. Now, her sex is pressed to mine, and she’s rocking. Our ever-present connection is more potent. I know it’s not just about sex now.

“You feel so good,” I say.

“How do you want to come first?” she asks between heavy breaths.

“Like this,” I say. “Just like this.”

I press her ass down so I can have more of her.

“Yes,” she says.

“Will you come, too?”

“Yes,” she repeats.

She’s moving faster now. Good; I need her to come, too. She kisses me deeply, and I lift up to meet her hips. I want every bit of her pressed to every bit of me. I can’t remember a time when I’ve wanted someone this badly, and it’s not just because I haven’t had an orgasm in two months – it’s because of her. I don’t know how this happened. It should be impossible, but it’s not. I know nothing about her except how her body feels pressed to mine, how she tastes and sounds when she comes, how hard she makes me come from just one touch, but I know that I was meant to be in this room with her right now. I was meant to be touched by her.

When I finally come after all this time, I hold in my scream. I want to exist in this moment with her without distraction. I focus on the tingling sensation between my thighs and how it radiates outward up into my belly button, up through my stomach to my nipples, and into my rapidly beating heart. It keeps moving until I can feel it in the lips she’s still kissing. I notice it moving down then, past my shaking knees and into my toes. It’s in my fingertips now. It’s everywhere. She’s everywhere. Once I register that I’m finally coming down, I realize that she’s coming, too, now. I think about the tingles she’s feeling. I wonder if they’re radiating out just as mine had moments ago. I hold her, and I kiss her, and I hope that she’s feeling all that I’m feeling right now.

“I needed you,” I say.

“God, I needed you, too,” she says.

I let out the breath I was holding.

“Don’t move,” she says.

She moves quickly until she’s settled between my legs. Then, she licks me.

“Oh, God.”

She fills me with her fingers and sucks. I’m not sure I can come again this quickly, but soon enough, I am, and I finally let out the scream I’d held back before. I let her know this time how fucking good it feels when she touches me. Then, I roll us over and slide my fingers inside her now. I need to feel her warmth around me like this now. I kiss her deeply, and she comes quickly. After she does, I take her into my mouth and taste her for the first time in far too long. She comes all too fast, but I don’t mind. I know somehow that we’ll do this again, and I’ll get to feel her come over and over. I pull her against me as we lie in bed, me holding her now. She touches my breasts and my stomach, and I just stare at the ceiling, thinking about how I got here.

“I like when you call me baby,” I tell her after a long time, not worried about her getting scared by the comment.

“I like it, too,” she says.

“Can I know something about you now?”

“Like what?” she asks.

“Anything,” I say.

“Anything? Okay,” she says and laughs a little. “Well, I have two brothers.”

“Older or younger?”

“Older, both of them. It’s annoying,” she says as I run my hand through her hair.

“Big brother protectors?” I guess.

“Yes. But I’ll tell you a funny story about that. When I was seventeen, I came out to my parents, but both of my brothers were off at college, and I hadn’t told them yet. So, it’s around May or June, and they’re now home for the summer. I was working up the courage to tell them when I meet this girl. She was beautiful and worked at the mall at one of those kiosks. I finally asked her out after going there nearly every day and buying stupid stuff I didn’t need. She says yes, and it’s Saturday night. She asked to pick me up since she wasn’t out yet, and I agreed. I thought this was a good opportunity to tell them about me, so I told them I had a date that night. They both sat in the living room, waiting for this ‘boy’ to show up. I swear, one of them had a barbell in his hand. He was pretending to do curls or something while sitting on the sofa. It was really stupid. Anyway, the doorbell rings, and my parents just sit there. I think my dad actually smirked at them. I decided to let them answer the door. My oldest brother tapped the other one on the shoulder, basically telling him he was going to do the talking.”

“He was going to give your date a lecture?”

“I think that was the plan, yeah,” she says, laughing against my chest. “When they opened the door, one jaw dropped. The other one looked confused as hell. He asked her if she had the right house, and I burst out laughing.”

“You were mean to your protective brothers,” I say, smiling.

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