And then she’d stop doing that and she’d lift her ass up, as though she was going to get off of me, my cock sliding out almost all the way, just the head still inside of her. She balanced there, not moving for what seemed an excruciatingly long time. But then she started to move up and down ever so slightly, not taking me in past the head. She fucked just the head of my cock, and I reached around and slapped her ass, hard enough to hurt my hand, hard enough to probably leave a mark.
“Fuck,” I growled, and right as I said this, she let her knees bend. and she dropped down, taking me all the way back in. I grabbed her hips again and held her still; luckily, she didn’t try to move, otherwise, it would’ve been done and over with right then and there.
“Just hold still a sec,” I said. “Easy there.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she said. “You feel so good. I feel like I’m about to come again. Is that even possible?”
But hearing that was like a challenge issued: if she was close to coming a second time, I sure as hell wanted to make sure that it happened. And so we started to move again, and I reached up and touched her breasts, then licked my fingertips and squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. She let her head fall back, and we were both trying not to make any noise but failing miserably. If my parents happene
d to return early and heard noises from the next door neighbor’s house, they’d probably think that someone was being murdered, or, at the very least, tortured. But that was the furthest thing from the truth, because we were both about to climax, right at the same time, her muscles spasming as she came, squeezing my cock, pushing me past the point of no return. I didn’t even pull out; I didn’t have the wherewithal to do so.
The orgasm peaked, but the feeling didn’t begin to recede immediately, as it normally did. Instead, that feeling continued, it was like prolonged, and it lasted for another minute or so, rolling through me.
Finally, the feeling ebbed enough that it felt like I could control my limbs enough to move. Allie was somehow able to contour herself around me so we could both fit in the lounge chair together. I had my arm around her and was running my fingers through her hair, her body warm and entwined against mine. There was a slight breeze, and the sun was bathing us in this luxurious warmth.
“I don’t ever want to get up,” Allie said. “This is so perfect, right here.”
I kissed the top of her forehead. She was right; there’d be nothing better to do than to fall asleep, wake up in a few hours, and do the whole thing over again. But if I let myself doze now, I probably wouldn’t wake up until my parents got back, and I couldn’t have them finding us out here like this.
“I can’t let myself fall asleep, though,” I said. “Even though that’s pretty much all I want to do right now. I’m not exactly sure how long my parents will be out with Declan for.”
“Of course,” Allie said, her voice heavy with sleep. “That wouldn’t be good if they got back and found us out here like this. That would probably scar Declan for life.”
We lay there for a few more minutes, and then Allie got up. “Should we take a shower, at least?”
“That would probably be a good idea.”
We gathered our clothes and walked into her house. We went into the bathroom, she turned the water on lukewarm, and we both climbed in.
So much for the bike ride.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Allie
Life was undeniably good.
I wanted to shout this from the rooftops, I wanted to skip down the street, I found myself wanting to go up to perfect strangers and just start talking to them. I could not remember ever feeling this good, this happy, about things before. I’d wake up in the morning, and there’d be a smile on my face. I’d lounge around in bed, luxuriating for a few moments before happily getting up. It didn’t matter if I was going into work or had errands to run, or—even better—was going over to see Cole; I felt as though this sheen of happiness had settled over me and followed me around wherever I went.
“It’s because you’re in love,” Amy said to me. We were sitting at the Black Cat Café, getting dinner after work one evening. We had Caesar salads with grilled shrimp and were both drinking chilled white wine, which was undeniably refreshing on this rather humid day. “When you can’t get the grin off your face and everything seems great, well, that’s how you know you’re in love.”
“I have definitely never been in love before,” I said. “Is that really what this is?”
“Of course. And why not? I’ve seen the two of you together; you guys definitely have some serious chemistry. Which is awesome. In fact, I’d even say I’m a little jealous. Everyone would be, though. Cole is so hot.”
I felt myself blush a little, and I took a sip of my wine. Just talking about it made me feel giddy, and I remembered, in high school, the way some girls would get sometimes, around certain boys, their laughter, the way they couldn’t get the grins off their faces...at the time, I’d wondered what the hell was wrong with them, but now, it seemed I understood.
“Have either of you... you know, said it yet?” Amy asked.
“Said what? I love you? No. I mean, it seems a little soon for that, don’t you think?”
She shrugged. “I don’t like to be put a timeline on it. Like, it’s okay to say it after three months? Six months? Six weeks? I think it depends on each situation.”
“Well, this is the first time that I’ve ever been in this situation.”
“Really, what I mean is that you should say it when you feel it. I went out with this guy once, and I think we dated for about seven months. I liked him, but I wasn’t in love with him, so I never said it. That didn’t stop him from saying it, though.”
“Ooh,” I said, wincing. “Yeah. That must’ve been a little awkward.”