"Is this real?" I whisper as we break apart, lamenting to myself a moment later at how stupid I sound.
"I have no idea," she answers just as softly, and I blink in surprise. She looks as stunned as I feel. Our movements come to a halt suddenly and we stare at each other, breathing heavily. I push her hair over her shoulders, letting the ends of it run through my fingers. I don't know that I've ever really touched her hair before tonight. It's soft, and slides easily from my hand. It frames her face, reflecting what little light there is in the room and making her almost glow.
She smiles at me—not her full-blown, million teeth grin, but something softer. I can't help but smile in response, aware that I probably look like a madman right now, and pull her back to me, kissing her again. When she responds enthusiastically, I readjust my grip, moving my hands to her back, and I start thrusting again. She gasps, biting at my lip almost too roughly, but she matches my movements. I feel more in control of myself right now, though it's anyone's guess how long it'll last.
One of her arms wraps around my neck, and I feel her other hand brace on my knee. She breaks away from our kiss, arching her back. Her head falls backward and she lets out a long, loud moan. My gaze travels down her body, down to where our hips are pushing against each other frantically. There's not a whisper of space between us; I actually can't tell where I end and she begins, and the sight threatens to overwhelm me. It hits me as a deeper metaphor for our entire relationship—we're so thoroughly enmeshed in each other's lives that, despite almost a year away from each other, we're still part of one another. We don't need full sentences or sometimes any words at all to understand each other. We've had a shorthand all our own since almost the beginning. We just get each other. This part, this physical part, feels like a natural extension of what we've always been. It was inevitable.
It was bound to happen some time.
Donna's words come floating back to me now of all times. I never asked her what she meant by that, but I do know that it floored me in that moment. I was so worried that she'd be angry that I'd kissed her in the middle of my hotel room, and my only thought was to apologize and take the blame for it before she could get upset and leave me again. All she said was that it was bound to happen some time. Even now, I'm still not sure what it means. Has she thought about all this over the years? I mean, I guess she must have to think kissing each other at some point was a given.
Her hips rotate in small, quick circles, pulling me out of my reverie. Her head is still thrown back; her fingers dig into me, holding on for dear life. I tighten my hold on her and pull her closer, latching onto one of her nipples. I suck at it hard, making her gasp. I use my teeth to scrape over it, then my tongue to soothe away any hurts. "Josh," she whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my erection. I can actually feel myself twitching inside of her. I move to her other nipple, giving that one the same attention. Her thighs tighten against my sides in response. I feel her sitting up, but I hold her breast in my mouth desperately. While I've always loved breasts, and have also always been very enthusiastic about them while with a woman, I don't know that I've ever been this enthralled with them. But they're Donna's breasts, so they're the most amazing ones I've ever seen. I'm sure it's my imagination, but they even taste incredible. I never want to let them go.
She starts to thrust up and down frantically, and though I'm sad I can no longer manage to hold onto her nipple, the show she's putting on is unbelievable. Her eyes are screwed shut, her mouth is open as she breathes heavily. I don't know how I'm holding on right now. Judging by the tingling I can feel down in my toes, I don't think I can delay the inevitable much longer. I manage to get my hand between us, my thumb brushing over her. Her eyes fly open as her entire body tenses. She blinks at me a few times; I don't know if she's even breathing. I know I'm not. She breaks out of her stupor, grinding against my touch.
"Oh, my God," she gasps. "Oh, my God! Oh, yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. Oh, Josh. Josh, right there. Right there!"
Christ, she's yelling. My only goal was to get her to say my name again and now she's loud enough that, if a guest in a neighboring room were so inclined, they could call management on us. I'm hoping everyone is understanding enough to get that not only has it been a really long time since I had sex, but I'm currently in the throes of passion with the most amazing woman in the world.
She grabs my face, yanking me toward her, and kisses me. It's sloppy—neither of us are doing a great job of actually breathing, and with all the movement, it's hard to keep our mouths together—and she won't stop moaning long enough for us to actually kiss. I'm certainly not complaining about that.
"Josh," she breathes. "Oh, God. Josh—I'm going—I'm about—ohhhhhhh!" And just like that, she's writhing and clenching around me, her eyes locked on mine. Her hands grab onto my back, her fingers digging into my skin. Her face twists, on that border between agony and ecstasy, and her eyes shut. "Ahhhhhh!" she shrieks. Her inner muscles clamp down on me. She falls out of rhythm, moving unevenly, and I push my thumb down on her bundle of nerves. Her head drops to my neck suddenly, and I try to hold onto her as she rides me. "Josh," I can hear her whisper. "Josh, Josh, Josh ohhhhh yes."
This is truly unbelievable. I just made Donna come. Fairly spectacularly, it sounds like. Her body is still twitching, though much slower now. I keep rubbing my thumb against her, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she continues to push against it, her entire body jerking in response.
"You," she moans, her hips still pushing urgently against mine. "You."
I grunt in response—that won't be tough to obey. The pit of my stomach is tingling, my thigh muscles tense and bunched. She lifts her head up and pushes her hand through my hair, giving me a tremulous smile, and I'm suddenly done. The orgasm bursts through me, completely overwhelming my senses. I feel like every part of me is exploding. I move my hand from between us, grabbing onto her hips as I completely erupt. "Donna!" I yell, the only truly coherent word I've said in some time now. She answers by clenching her muscles around me, pulling at me, milking me for all she's worth. I bury my face against her chest, groaning so loudly that anyone who slept through her orgasm is sure be disturbed by mine.
I twitch within her, my movements already slow and lethargic. I wrap my arms around her waist as I come back to earth, trying to catch my breath. I feel like I've run a marathon, except it was, you know, fun. I can say, without a doubt, this was the best sex I've ever had. I can't begin to guess if it was like that for her, but I think it'll be some time before my legs are steady enough to walk.
She lifts my head, smiling at me lazily before pressing her mouth to mine. We kiss slowly, our hands stroking over each other leisurely, exploring every bit we can reach. She makes a disgruntled noise and shifts, lifting herself a bit. With a little more effort, she pulls herself off my lap, and I already mourn the loss of the feel of her around me. I feel completely bereft. She moans a little and stretches, falling back onto the bed. I take that as a good sign. I pull off the condom, grimacing as I dump it in the trash can. I roll back toward her, draping my arm over her stomach. I nuzzle the side of her face, and she turns her head, kissing me.
Despite how exhausted I feel, and that she seems equally as wiped, there's a lot of force behind the kiss. Her hand slides up to my hair, keeping me in place. I slide my hand off her stomach, running it up and down her side, tracing over the side of breast and then down to her hip, holding on tightly. I don't want this to be done. I feel like it happened so fast. Maybe for a first time, after all these years, I lasted longer than anyone could have guessed, but I hate the idea that tonight was a letdown for her in any way at all. She seems all right—actually, she seems better than all right—but I doubt the actual act of sex took ten minutes. Was that enough for her? She orgasmed…I'm assuming. That seemed pretty real. Aw, hell…I don't want to imagine that she faked it. I wish my body didn't feel like jelly right now; I'd make extra sure that she was satisfied. Maybe later, after I've gotten a little sleep.
…Will she want to do this again? Is it just tonight? I can't imagine that would be the case, not after she told me she'd never had a campaign fling. She didn't give the impression that she was now looking for a fling, but I don't know that she's looking for something more…permanent. Am I? Should I be worrying about this now?
The bed shifts and I manage to open one eye, wondering if I'd fallen asleep. I honestly couldn't say at this point. Donna's sitting up, looking around the room. I reach out and touch my fingertips to her back, making her jump a little.
"What's up?" I manage to mumble.
"Cold," she answers, her voice soft.
I sit up a little, blindly pushing at the blankets, kind of amazed that we did all that on top of the covers. I manage to push them down a little, shifting my hips until I can get myself covered. I hold the sheet up, watching as Donna nearly folds herself in half, her long legs sliding under. Her toes brush against my legs, making me shiver a little. I flop down onto my back, unable to keep myself even partially upright for another moment. She settles down beside me, tucking the blankets under her arms. I look over at her, blinking sleepily. I watch her profile again, feeling like I've somehow come full circle from just a little earlier. She looks the same but…somehow different. She's more beautiful than she ever has been.
With a herculean effort, I turn onto my side. I stretch my arm across her again, pressing my lips to her shoulder. She makes a small noise in the back of her throat, but her hand comes up to rest on my arm, her fingers plucking at the hair there. She turns her head, leaning in toward me. I kiss her slowly, reveling in the sensation despite my exhaustion. She sighs into my mouth, kissing me a few more times before she turns onto her side. She holds onto my arm, keeping it wrapped over her stomach. I slide a little closer to her, pressing myself to her back. My body relaxes, my eyes falling shut. Everything already feels hazy and surreal, like I've had another vivid sex dream about Donna and it's already slipping away.
I drift off to sleep, hoping that if this is a dream, I never wake up.
Thanks for reading—I'll start posting the other side of this story soonish. I'm still trying to get my mojo back. I appreciate any and all suggestions, and I'm still marinating about the ones I've received.