It was too much.
“I think I’m going to come,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” he said breathlessly. He moved a little faster, but not too much faster, and I started to feel my body tense up before an explosion of pleasure. I felt Justin throb inside of me and then he relaxed on top of me.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, enjoying our post-coital glow.
“Thank you,” he said and gave me a kiss before he climbed off me.
“No, thank you,” I said with a wink. I climbed off the table and started putting my clothes back on. The sex had been so tender and gentle, not at all what we usually did. Justin was never barbaric with me, but this was the first time it felt more emotional than physical. I enjoyed every moment of it.
After we got dressed, I followed him out to the waiting room area and unlocked the door.
“What did my dad say to you?” I asked him suddenly. I almost forgot to bring it up.
“When?” he asked.
“When he pulled you away, and you guys were all secretive.”
Justin kissed me. “That’s for me to know, and for you to not know,” he said and then winked.
“I’m serious, what was it about?” I tried to hide my smile.
“We were just talking sports.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Really? That’s it?”
“Yeah, pretty much. He said he would invite Margie and me to a Patriots game sometime.”
I studied his face to see if he was telling the truth or not, and when I decided he wasn’t lying, I said, “Okay. I believe you. And yes, the box seats are a lot of fun.”
Justin laughed. “Feel better?”
“I guess so,” I said.
I gave him a hug. “Thanks for that. You know… in there.”
“No, thank you,” he said, repeating my words from before. He kissed me and added, “I’ll call you later?”
I nodded my head. “Sure.”
I didn’t want to admit it out loud yet in case he didn’t feel the same, but at that moment, I realized something huge: I was starting to fall in love with Justin.
It was hard for me to get through the rest of the day. I had a hard time concentrating on the math I had to do and figured I would just get it done tomorrow. I left the studio early and headed home, but I couldn’t get Justin or the amazing sex we just had off my mind.
That night, as I was laying on my couch, my phone rang. I glanced at and smiled. It was him.
“Hey, you. I was wondering if you were going to call,” I said with a laugh.
“I told you I would. I was waiting to put Margie down for bed.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“How are your parents?” he asked.
“They’re good. They want to take the three of us to a theme park on Saturday,” I said before I quickly added, “If you guys aren’t busy. I’m not sure how long they plan
to stick around this time, but I know they want to see you guys again.”