Precious Moments (B)

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 surprisingly accommodating at the moment and I wasn’t going to mess that up. Her hands gently stroked at my hair. This might not have been Heaven, but it was damn close.

“You enjoy your time with Mike?” I asked softly. I felt her tense against me, her hand stopping its gentle stroking. “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?”

“Do we have to do this now?”

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 you cum with me?”

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

“During our little game. There at the end, you made it seem like you were cumming too.” 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.

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

I perked up. “Really?”

“No,” she said with a teasing smile.

“So what does Mike have that I don’t?”

“Experience.”

“It hasn’t been that long since he lost his virginity.”

“And you know how much sex he’s had since then? The girls are all over him. Sarah knows a lot and taught him all sorts of tips and tricks on how to please a girl.”

“That’s unfair. Why aren’t you teaching me these things?”

“Because you don’t need them.” I frowned. “Seriously. The only one you need to please is me, and you already do that.”

“Says the woman who didn’t cum.”

She rolled her eyes. “So you didn’t make me cum this time. You’ve done it before. Plenty of times.” She smiled, running a hand over my cheek. “So why don’t we put a pause on you freaking out over this until our moments together are at least in the double digits.”

Sighing, I snuggled my head back into her chest. “I guess I can do that.”

A few moments passed as I enjoyed the moment.

“Isaac?”

“Mm?”

“Make love to me?”

Lifting my head, I found her giving me that look of hers. The sort of look that only one man on the planet would get from her.

Me.

The mood had shifted, the comforting moment turning to one of pressing need. 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 didn’t orgasm, but that moan was worth its weight in gold. An authentic moment that left me no doubt she was satisfied in a way no one but me could achieve.

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.”