Chapter 34

He hits first, gasping out something that might have been a word, maybe even my name, and sending his entire body into a fit of shivers. I think I’m waiting for him to do that very thing, because the second I feel him coming, I let myself go too. It isn’t a single wave of pleasure that rolls through me, it’s an entire ocean of waves. I’m drowning in them, but I’m not fighting them. They take my breath, my muscle control, and when I finally drift back up to the surface I am completely done. Blissfully empty. At perfect peace.

I go to clean up first, and by the time he takes his turn and wanders out of the bathroom, I’m half-asleep and have all the rigidity of a jellyfish. He seems to be okay with that. He climbs into bed beside me and the last thing I hear is a murmur: “That was a long time coming, Eric.”

I think I hear him add, “I’m glad it finally did.” But I may have just imagined that.

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