He grips my thighs and tugs me down to his mouth, his tongue parting my flesh. I moan at the contact. My clit is already sensitized from our earlier round, and my ass jerks at the zing of sensation that shoots straight to my core.
Flynn works me with enthusiasm, sucking at my labia, tonguing me in at least five different ways. It makes it easy to surrender to the sensation. To forget the thing I’m most afraid of–my past overtaking the present.
It’s easy to open my mouth and take the head of Flynn’s cock into the pocket of my cheek. As I grow more confident, more secure, I angle it straight back. I’m on top. I’m in control. No one will choke me. This is for Flynn.
This is also for me.
My pleasure matches his. Giving and receiving at the same time.
I sink into the moment. There isn’t the desperate edge to reach a finish line that we had before. There isn’t even a proving to myself that I can do this.
I’m already doing it. I already have done it.
There’s no pressure to perform. I can actually slow down and enjoy. I take my time, licking around the head of Flynn’s cock, flicking my tongue along the slit. When I take him deep into my mouth again, he groans against my flesh and starts licking with more animation.
Happiness slips in.
A slice of glory.
I haven’t orgasmed yet, but the feel-good hormones have already rushed to my brain, bathing it in pleasure. Love. Bonding.
“Nadia?” Flynn’s voice is deep and raspy with lust.
“Da?”
“Can I fuck you, babe? I want to get on top and fuck you good.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Pozhaluysta…please.” I scramble off him and turn around on the bed.
He grips my thighs and tugs me down to his mouth, his tongue parting my flesh. I moan at the contact. My clit is already sensitized from our earlier round, and my ass jerks at the zing of sensation that shoots straight to my core.
Flynn works me with enthusiasm, sucking at my labia, tonguing me in at least five different ways. It makes it easy to surrender to the sensation. To forget the thing I’m most afraid of–my past overtaking the present.
It’s easy to open my mouth and take the head of Flynn’s cock into the pocket of my cheek. As I grow more confident, more secure, I angle it straight back. I’m on top. I’m in control. No one will choke me. This is for Flynn.
This is also for me.
My pleasure matches his. Giving and receiving at the same time.
I sink into the moment. There isn’t the desperate edge to reach a finish line that we had before. There isn’t even a proving to myself that I can do this.
I’m already doing it. I already have done it.
There’s no pressure to perform. I can actually slow down and enjoy. I take my time, licking around the head of Flynn’s cock, flicking my tongue along the slit. When I take him deep into my mouth again, he groans against my flesh and starts licking with more animation.
Happiness slips in.
A slice of glory.
I haven’t orgasmed yet, but the feel-good hormones have already rushed to my brain, bathing it in pleasure. Love. Bonding.
“Nadia?” Flynn’s voice is deep and raspy with lust.
“Da?”
“Can I fuck you, babe? I want to get on top and fuck you good.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Pozhaluysta…please.” I scramble off him and turn around on the bed.
Flynn
I wake to a loud, insistent banging on my door.
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling out of bed.
Nadia sits up looking spectacularly tumbled. Her copper-lit hair falls in her face, her cheeks are still flushed with sleep. She gets up and pads to the bathroom.
I want to kill whoever the fuck is at my door.
Especially because Nadia woke up with a nightmare during the night and could use all the extra sleep she could get.
Having Nadia sleep in my bed last night gave me a new purpose in life: Nadia.
I’m serious.
It’s like until this moment, I’ve just been drifting along. I was available to prop up my mom. I was a warm body in the band. But it’s like something in me just woke up. Or activated.
Some essential coding within me got turned on.
But to say my new purpose is Nadia isn’t quite right. It’s more like I was the lock and Nadia was the key. Now that she’s turned me on, I’m available for myself, too.
I’m willing to put some effort into my life.
I suddenly see my past self so clearly–who I was and who I was unwilling to be.
And this is the real me–the person I was previously unwilling to be.
I know it sounds like I’m on a mushroom trip right now, but I’m not. I’ve never felt more sober or enlightened in my life. That’s the other thing–I now see how my desire to party was a numbing mechanism. I used sex and drugs and alcohol to keep me from being my true self.
This man.
Because I’m capable of so much more, and I didn’t want to try. To be it.
I was afraid of failing, I think.
But for Nadia, I would totally try.
Anything at all.
I hop on one foot as I pull on my boxer briefs. “Hang on.” I call to Nadia in the bathroom, “I’ll get rid of them. I’m sorry.”
The thumping keeps pounding on the door. I close the bedroom door to give Nadia privacy and stomp to the front door. “What the fuck is your–” the word problem dies on my lips as Adrian pushes me aside to enter my apartment. Kat follows behind him, throwing me an apologetic look.