Page 136 of With the Assist

This is different. This is something we are both savoring with a desperate need to memorize every single second. Every touch. Every sigh.

He rips the condom packet open and shifts to slide it on. Once he has, I find myself pushing him onto his back until I’m sitting on top of him.

He’s sprawled across the bed, while I straddle him. A wicked grin crosses his face as I lean over him, kissing his neck. His cock brushes my clit when I shift. I repeat the motion until we’re both breathless.

I line him up and slowly slide down onto his cock until he’s seated fully inside me.

“You feel so good.” My voice is shaky as I slide up and down on his cock.

He closes his grip around my hips, his hooded eyes looking up at me with reverence while I ride him.

Will this be the last time he looks at me like this?

“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he groans, leaning up to suck my nipple into his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and I pick up my pace.

Then, he slides his thumb over my clit in slow, teasing circles. I forget everything other than the feel of him on me and in me.

I shift down, my mouth finding its way to his own as our tongues tangle until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

We left the lights on, bright and fluorescent, giving me the chance to watch every single reaction on his face. He watches me just as closely, like I’m something precious and fleeting all at once.

He takes over, wrapping one hand around my back while the other grabs my ass. He thrusts up into me at the same time I move down to meet him.

Every move feels like a sentence left unfinished. Every touch says what neither of us has been brave enough to voice. It’s devastating, full of pauses where we look at each other, foreheads pressed together as if we’re trying to stretch time by sheer will.

Normally, our desire would take over until we’re chasing the heat and each other, desperate for release.

But tonight, we stay present, letting it burn us alive.

I wonder if he’ll think of me weeks from now when my nail marks on his back are long gone. I know I’ll think of him even after theaches of what his body does to me are only a memory. I’m certain that I’ll think of this night far too much to be considered healthy.

The room is quiet except for the soft sounds we make together, the bed creaking faintly beneath us, and the city humming outside the window.

Our kisses grow messy and desperate. His pace picks up, cock sliding into me faster while I meet him every step of the way. When he reaches between us, fingers toying with my clit, I spin out, falling over the edge and pulling him right along with me. Our orgasms feed each other until it’s a blur of sensation and perfection.

We stay tangled together, skin warm and hearts racing. Nathan presses a kiss to my temple, then my cheek.

“Wes,” he whispers.

He stays with his forehead tucked against my shoulder, fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along my arm like he’s afraid stillness will break whatever this is. When he finally speaks, his voice is stripped bare.

“I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and pretend like these two months haven’t changed something for me.”

My skin tingles where we touch as his voice slides down my spine. I shift to look at him, really look at him, the vulnerability he never lets anyone see sitting right there in his eyes.

Nathan Wilder, the man who doesn’t settle down, might be willing to settle down with me.

“It’s changed something for me too,” I say softly.

His breath catches, and he presses a slow kiss to my mouth, different from before. A question and an answer all in one, like he’s sealing something fragile and sacred between us.

We don’t say anything else, the tiredness from the party and the past hour, lulling us into the quiet place before sleep. As I drift off, I let the seed of hope grow.

Maybe we can have it all.

I curl into him, wondering if he’ll feel the same way tomorrow.

Will our hushed confessions get a chance to see the light of day?