50. JAKE

My name.

Jake.

It fucking overloads and destroys me. I don't think it would do any less damage if I was ready for it, but it completely wrecks the rest of my sanity when she gives it over with no warning with her walls convulsing around my cock.

My pace shatters, and I spill inside her.

What I would do to fill her up for realis the last, semi-coherent thought in my head after my release finally finishes. When she turns on her side, I wrap my arm around her waist so we don't separate. The nerve endings along my cock are so overstimulated that I've stayed half-hard, but I'm not doing this so we can keep going. It's because?—

Fuck me, I just want to stay inside her longer.

But there's the issue of the condom, so I have to leave to take care of that. I'm fast, driven by the fear that if I don't come back to the bed within seconds, the moment breaks and she'll order me away. But she hasn't moved. She's sighing deeply and not complaining, so I get back in bed and cuddle her closer, soaking in how right she fits against me like this. Her hand finds mine and fingers interlace. My pulse is still thundering, and I wish I could tilt her mouth over to kiss her again, but she's got her eyes closed so I don't dare. I kiss her shoulder instead, and even that fills me up with such contentment.

After a few minutes, her breathing doesn't deepen or even out. She's awake and I know it.

Maybe she expects me to say something about it. How she broke. That I finally got what I wanted. My name on her lips.

I… don't.

Because I don't want it explained away, so like an idiot, I'm going to lose the chance to tease her about it. No, it's going to live inside me like a nurtured, unexplained light keeping things bright, even when it goes dark everywhere else.

We stay like this, holding each other, for as long as it can be explained away as us recovering from what we just did?—

And beyond that.

At some point, sleep drags us under.