May 18, 1996

It's been so good lying here with you, just talking for the last hour and enjoying the part after the sex. I wouldn't have even imagined it would be like this.

"I don't wanna leeeave," you mumble, nuzzling your face into my chest.

I pet your hair and chuckle. "Are you whining?"

"No. I'm stating facts."

"I don't want to either. But we've got"—I stretch and crane my neck to look at the clock on the bedside table—"another hour and a half."

Taking you home is the very last thing I want to do right now. I love having you pressed naked against me, both of your legs wrapped around my right one and your tits brushing against my chest. It's already making me hard again.

I kiss your lips once, softly, tugging you closer. "You hungry or anything?"

"Uh-uh. I've got everything I want here."

"Cornball."

"I am not."

"It's okay to be a cheese monster every now and then, Bella." I yelp and jerk away when you pinch my nipple.

"Quit teasing me."

"Who's teasing whom here? You're the one rubbing your naked self all over me."

"Did you just say whom?" you ask, giggling and moving your hand down my stomach. "How very proper of you. Anyway, that's not teasing. That's just…feeling good. It feels good."

I groan when you wrap your warm hand around my dick.

"Jesus, Bella," you say in the ridiculous deep voice that's your imitation of me. It makes me laugh.

"Yeah, that." I brush my fingers softly over your already hard nipples. "That feels nice." No idea whether I'm talking about your hands on me or mine on you.

"Does it?" you whisper.

"Mm."

"You're ready to go again." It's a statement, not a question.

"We shouldn't. I don't want you to hurt."

Trailing kisses across my shoulder, you throw a leg over mine and press yourself against my hip. "I don't care."

"You're not…sore? Or anything?"

"Why don't you check it out for me?"

I chuckle and shake my head, but far be it from me to deny you anything. Especially when it's something I love doing. I trail a hand down your stomach to dark brown curls and wet, wet skin. "Baby—" I stop myself, even though you told me you didn't mind me saying it before. My fingers swirl and prod, and you draw in a sharp breath through your teeth. "I can't do it if it's gonna hurt you, Bella."

You shake your head. "It doesn't hurt. It just feels, like, sensitive or something. It feels good."

"Yeah?"

Your sigh is sexy, like you're only feeling good things. "Yeah."

I roll over you and press you down against the pillow so I can kiss you long and deep, moving fingers in and out of you, circling your clit. You push against my hand and move your fist faster on my dick.

"I need you," you whimper.

"Are you whining again?" I tease.

You ignore me completely. "I want to be on top this time."

"Oh my god," I mumble. Because yes. I absolutely want that.

You push against my chest, and it takes a tangled and awkward minute for us to get situated. I didn't think I'd get to have you again tonight, and I really didn't expect that you'd have the confidence to do this. Then again, you're you.

I grab another condom and roll it on while you watch. Your eyes are hooded and your mouth is open, and you swallow hard when I grab your hips and adjust you until the tip of me is where it needs to be. Again, I let you lead. You sink down slowly with your hands on my chest, and from this angle, I can see it all. I can see you slide down on me, can see me disappearing inside you, and I have to close my eyes against the immediate urge to come.

When I look at you again, you have your eyes closed, too. You're sitting so still, biting your bottom lip and furrowing your brow.

"How do I…?" You rock uncertainly back and forth on top of me.

"Just…do what feels right." I rub my palms up and down your thighs as you lift up slightly and sink back down again. "And that feels phenomenal."

"Oh," you whisper. "Oh."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I can feel…more."

Once you find a rhythm, your eyes fall closed again and your head tips back. I could watch you like this always. The little sounds you make send sparks through me, and suddenly it's too much.

"Bella, I can't—"

"It's okay," you whisper. "I'm close."

Those words do me in, and then I'm pushing up into you, feeling the waves take over, vaguely aware that I'm digging my fingers into your hips. I thought this was good before. But you were right. I can feel more this way, too. It feels deeper. And amazing.

Just as I start to go soft again, you move faster, rocking and grinding, and then you're squeezing me deep inside you. You cry out. I groan. I'm getting close to insanity, because I'm still sensitive, and it feels too good.

You fall forward onto my chest, breathing hard as your heart pounds against mine.

"Bella?" I whisper into your ear, kissing your temple and nudging your hips with my hands. "I need to, uh, the—the condom. Don't want it to, you know. Slip off or something."

You wince and breathe deeply as you move off me and lie down on your stomach. I roll to my side and take care of things before turning back to you. Your face is buried in the pillow.

Shit, I think. I knew it. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Your voice is muffled, but you don't look upset when you turn your head to the side and face me. "You didn't hurt me. I'm just a little sore is all."

"Told you" is the worst kind of brush-off ever. So I pull you close and kiss you instead, rubbing your back and arms. Sweeping your hair to the side and kissing your neck. Trailing fingers over the soft curve of your ass where it meets the top of your legs.

I love this.

I love you. I whisper the words to you, and you give me a sleepy smile.

Being with you… Jesus. I swore before that I'd never say making love, but now, I sort of get it. Even if I still think it's a corny phrase.

But this? Just lying here with your head against my chest and our lips brushing softly and our hands smoothing over naked, warm skin…

This is the best part.