Page 239 of Just for the Cameras
My muscles still, then twitch…
My balls tighten.
My cock swells, and then I bust inside her with a roar that could probably be heard throughout San Francisco.
“Jesus fuck!” I cry out, my orgasm pulsing over and over again, up and down my spine as she contracts around my cock until we’re both completely sated. “Shit,” I whisper and then lower her legs and climb on top of her, my cock still very much inside her.
I twist us slightly to the side so my weight is not on her, and I kiss her forehead, cupping the back of her neck and holding her close.
She kisses me on my chest, holding me just as close, the embrace making me feel so safe, so comforted, like this is where I belong.
I’m falling in love, right here, with her in my arms.
I can feel the spiral of my heart.
The tumbling of my soul, trying to stitch together with hers.
This desperate, consuming need to never let her go hitches onto my subconscious.
I love her.
I fucking love this woman, and I want to scream it.
I want to whisper it.
I want her to know exactly how I feel.
How she completes me.
How she is the missing piece of my life that I didn’t know I was searching for until she showed up.
But I can’t. Not this soon. I don’t want to scare her away.
I don’t want her thinking I’m only feeling this because of what happened with my mom.
No, I’ve been feeling this for a while, but today solidified those feelings.
Today was the stark realization that no matter what I do in this life, the greatest accomplishment I will ever have is making sure I keep Maple happy.
Her happiness is all that matters to me.
Because if she’s happy, then I’m swimming in goddamn joy.
And the feeling of joy, the consuming, elated feeling of it pulsing through my veins, attaching to my bones and making me feel light as a feather…it’s a feeling I never want to let go of because it’s what’s been missing in my life ever since my mom’s accident.
I don’t want it to ever leave.
Which means I need to do everything in my power to protect her, keep her close, and bring her joy.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her hand caressing my chest.
“Fucking perfect,” I say, kissing her forehead.
“Are you sure? You seem quiet.”
“Just processing,” I say as I slip out of her but then turn to my back and let her curl up next to me. I keep my arm protectively around her the entire time.
“Processing the day?”
