Page 111 of Yours, For Good

The last few days had been damn near normal. Which meant damn near perfect. Something big had happened while she spoke to Lina, Vi, and Eva, but Nora hadn't shared what that was. I didn't push; I hadn't shared what my own conversation with my friends had been about, either.

I had a plan for telling her everything, though.

I grabbed at her generous, soft hips for dear life, and continued to fuck her like it might be the last time. The anguish hammering in my chest was too powerful for gentle love making; tenderness would have to wait. For now, I pistoned my hips and bit back a groan.

I slapped her thigh. "Knees on the couch."

She moaned and did as told. Adjusting to the new position got me off her and in my confused, famished state, I thought nothing better than to wrap a fist around my cock. A greedy hand caressed the round lines in front of me, my eyes devouring the view— an apple-shaped ass, thick thighs smattered with cute dimples, and the dripping wet flesh of her sex, glistening from my tongue and general ministrations…

I groaned. "You're perfect, Nora."

With a hard hand around myself, I surged my hips forward. The fingers circling my girth kept half my cock out, tormenting us both with a teasing, partial thrust. I repeated the motion, one, two, fifty times. A swaying feeling twisted in my chest, overcome as I was with need to sink myself in her again. Feeling her flesh part for me. Letting the tiny, frustrated sounds she made beg me for more.

Nora's breathing rasped in her throat, whenever strangled noises didn't make her throat sing.

She arched her back and pressed back, seeking more of my dick. "I don't even have a preference for partners who own a cock—" a certain dreaminess to her tone had me wondering if she knew she was speaking out loud— "whether they were born with it or they acquired it later on… attached, or not… and yet here I am, so thoroughly thirsty for yours…"

The sentences came out broken up by her stuttering lungs. She grabbed at a random throw pillow and held on to it, face plastered to the soft material.

"What are you doing to me?" she cried out. "I need your hands all over me."

"Fuck." I notched the head on her entrance, let go of my cock, and thrust deep into her again.

The same strangled sob she made the first time we were together filled my ears.

"Come up." I gathered her in my arms, lifting her torso. With her kneeling on the sofa, this changed the angle in which I fucked her in the most delicious, utterly devastating way.

I would never be able to work at my desk and look at the couch across from me the same way again.

She moaned, soft in my arms. I let my hands roam all over. Eventually one hand latched to a breast, fingers playing with her nipple; the other rubbed on her slick, swollen clit. All the while, I pumped into her and drove us both wild.

"I love how you touch me," she breathed. Her hands clasped my forearms.

The hand on her chest journeyed up to her neck. I surrounded the long column with my fingers; a gentle pressure, just enough to feel the speed of her heartbeat. It ran as fast as mine.

Ragged words made it through me. "You could tie my hands and I'd find a way to touch you like this."

A few seconds passed, her clit hard under my fingertips, my cock working her and stretching her. Her pulse flying under my fingers.

"We might have to try that one day…" she let out.

It sounded like an admission— the potential for our future. It held power of some kind, and her body shook in my arms, and her pussy clamped me tight in an erratic rhythm, and the force of her climax and the meaning of her words…

Earth stopped spinning. My body locked up. My heart tittered at the edge of hope. My blood filled with possibility.

I came with a sob of my own.

I melted in the space of three heartbeats. I lost all my strength and we tumbled forward; we hadn't fully undressed and my pants chained my ankles— we fell onto the couch in a jumble of fabric and limbs.

Even as we disconnected, I kept her in my arms. Her head found its way to my shoulder, and one of my arms curled around her back. The other found harbor on her plush hip.

We recovered slowly, the sound of our breathing the only company we had. The library became our cocoon.

"We fit together." Nora's statement broke the silence in a wistful tone. "I think that's something true."

It was a little game we had started after returning from the lake house. We listed things about us and our relationship we were sure of.

"Something true is that we've been avoiding the larger conversation," I replied.