Page 77 of A Lesson In Beginning

My hands grasped his shoulders, reaching around to his back, and we rocked together, one orgasm leading right to the next. My nails raked down his back as I nearly sobbed with the painful pleasure of it all. I knew I was leaving torn skin in the wake of my scratching, but I was beyond caring, and it only seemed to push him to ever greater heights of passion.

“Yes. Fucking yes. That’s it. Fuck! Adah!!” Just as my orgasm began to recede, he found his own pleasure inside of me. The wand fell to the side of the bed, still buzzing away, forgotten by us both as we clung to one another. I could feel him pulsing regularly inside of me as he emptied himself, and that only drove me into one last mind-shattering orgasm before he finally slowed his deep, powerful thrusts.

His lips caressed mine gently, both of us shaking as we slowly rocked. Slower. And slower, drawing out the last vestiges of our pleasure, unwilling to part for even a second.

As our pleasure melted away and we began to sink back to reality, I tried to pull away.

“No, don’t go anywhere, love. Stay right here with me.” He pulled out of me, fixing himself, before turning on the bed and pulling me with him. My thighs straddled him, arms wrapped around him like he was a life preserver, and I was at risk of drowning.

That’s what it felt like: drowning. Barely able to find the surface, I stayed afloat, drifting in a sea of the pleasure only he could provide. His hands played through my hair as he peppered kisses over my lips, my cheeks, even the tip of my nose.

“You are something else.” His whispered words felt like butterfly kisses against my skin.

“Just hold me, Joel. Please.” My arms grew sore, so tightly did I hold him to me, afraid of just how painful the parting might be.

“I’m not going anywhere, love. Not ever.”

And for the moment, that was enough.

Later, much later, we finally parted, cleaning ourselves up, though he refused to let me dress again. Not that I minded all that much. He offered me what had to be the softest blanket I had ever felt, wrapping it around my shoulders as we lay together on the bed.

Hands stroked my hair, clear down and following onwards to the length of my spine as we simply existed together in the golden afterglow of our pleasure.

“Tell me something.”

“Like what?” I asked, words still a little difficult to manage, though I was feeling more myself with every passing moment. And less like the person I used to be before this night, at the same time.

“Tell me something you enjoyed about this evening.” I nestled into him, my head resting on his bare chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat as it threatened to lull me to sleep.

“I don’t think there was anything I didn’t enjoy about tonight. Well, perhaps the awkwardness of it, at the beginning.”

“Do you feel awkward now?”

“Not nearly as much. But ask me again next time.”

“So you want there to be a next time, still?”

“I think I would be okay with many, many next times.” I was grateful to have my face tucked into his chest, so he could not see the blush that rose to my cheeks at such an admission.

“We should discuss making things a little more official. Not tonight, of course.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, truly.” He chuckled lightly, the sound reverberating from his chest to my ear. “Did you doubt it?”

“Maybe a little. It seems a little too good to be true.”

“Well, believe it, love. It’s true. I want to make things official. More than I can say.”

“Me, too.” My words whispered against his chest, so softly I was uncertain if he had even heard me.

“Tell me something else.”

“Like what?”

“Something you’ve never done before.”

“Do you mean sexually, or…”

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