Precious Moments (A)

After a brief moment to clean up, we adjusted our position in bed and I found myself snuggled up against her. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the soft cushion of her chest. Emma was being especially accommodating at the moment and I was going to take advantage of that.

“You enjoy your time with Mike?” I asked softly. I felt her tense against me. “I want to hear it,” I urged, keeping my voice low.

“…I did. He’s gotten a lot better.”

“How much of what I heard was fake?”

“Isaac…”

“Please?”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable talking about this. Not after that.”

I lifted my head to look at her. “I want to hear about it while it’s still fresh in your mind.” There was a brief battle of wills through our stares. Eventually, she relented with a sigh.

“You know I play it up.”

“That’s not an answer.”

I noticed the blush in her cheeks. She was avoiding my gaze too. “Seventy percent?” she whispered.

“Fake?”

“Real.”

My hands began to run down the side of her, my eyes following along. Emma’s glorious body. One Mike had enjoyed not that long ago.

Shit, I was getting hard again and Emma discovered it immediately.

“Seriously?”

“What?”

She shook her head. “Perv.”

“Did you cum?” She didn’t answer me as our eyes met. “Emma…”

“God, this is embarrassing.”

“After what we did, this is embarrassing?”

“Yes!”

“I just want to know if Mike made you cum.”

She groaned, closing her eyes. “Yes. He did. There. Happy?”

“Was it good?”

“Ugh.”

“Come on, Emma. I want to know if you had a good orgasm.”

“Yes, okay? It was really good. He nearly gave me a second one. A bit more and he would have.”

I opened my mouth to ask another question when another popped into my head. The playful nature of the moment shifted as I asked my new question.

“Did I get you close?”

She noticed the shift in my tone. “Huh?”

“During our little game. Did I get you close?” I blinked a few times as she stared at me. “Emma?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Isaac?” she asked in a worried tone.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

I nodded, smiling as I gave her a kiss. “My goal was never to get you to cum. Honestly, I wanted to make you moan more than anything.” I frowned. “Super frustrating that I couldn’t.”

“If it’s any consolation, it was a close thing.”

I perked up. “Really?”

“No,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, so you’ll moan like a bitch in heat for Mike but not me?”

“Yep.”

“Bitch,” I said as I poked at her side. She giggled as I assaulted her with my grabby hands. My tickle attack eventually ended when she started kissing me. Playful ones turned into something more as the mood shifted. It all led to me hovering over her looking deep into her eyes.

Emma’s voice had a breathless quality to it, a burning need in her gaze. “Make love to me?”

I wanted to make a joke about how insatiable she was and how challenging it was to keep up, but I wasn’t about to spoil the mood. I could see it as clear as day how important this was to her.

I nodded and reached for the condoms on my desk.

“No,” she whispered, reaching out to stop me. Once more, I was about to ask if she was sure but stopped. Instead, I kissed her.

Unlike everything before, the only noise in the room was our heavy breathing as I slowly moved against her. She alternated between closing her eyes and staring into mine. She clung to me, holding me close as we enjoyed the pleasure not only on a physical level, but emotional as well. I lost myself in the moment—in her. This wasn’t about the orgasm, stretching it out as long as possible, or getting something out of it. The only thing that mattered was being with each other.

“Emma,” I breathed, feeling the end approaching. She nodded, tightening around me.

“Inside.”

I picked up the pace. It was still slow, but the need was driving me forward. “I love you,” I gasped, fighting against the inevitable. “I love you, Emma.”

“Isaac,” she moaned.

What a fucking thing to cum to. It was hard to think as I emptied what was little was left in me into her, but I had heard her.

She could have faked it and I would have never known the difference, but I knew her. In my heart of hearts, I knew that had been as authentic as the feelings we shared.

We stared at each other with smiles big enough to hurt.

As much as I enjoyed the moment, the question of time itched at the back of my mind. With a sigh, I pulled away from her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked back at her. “As much as I would love to spend more time with you, we should get cleaned up. If Mom catches me again, she’ll think I’m a sexual deviant or something.”

“You aren’t?” she asked with a cute tilt of her head.

“Well, yeah, but she doesn’t know that. I want to keep it that way, thank you.”