Together

The next morning, we woke up in the bed in my apartment, initially confused before every memory of the amazing previous night flooded into our heads. We shared yet another passionate kiss before getting up and beginning our day. I searched for news of yesterday’s incident, and found plenty of articles along the lines of “WATCH: Chloë Grace Moretz and Dave Richards get back together in touching red-carpet scene.” Headlines like that warmed my heart to an extent after a month’s worth of seeing headlines with my name in them only surrounded by speculation or slander.

About a week after we got back together, Chloë and I put a big plan into action: I moved into her house. Living together had been our dream for a while, and finally doing it felt very surreal. It took me some time to stop being surprised to see her next to me when I woke up every morning.

On one night, I came to bed to find her already waiting for me. “Dave, what do you say to trying something new?” – she asked, smiling intriguingly. “What exactly do you mean, love?” – I asked innocently, though I had a feeling I knew what she meant. In answer to my question, she put her hands on the headboard and rose to her knees, inviting me. I got into the bed and plunged into her untouched rear without warning, causing her to yelp loudly at the sudden sensation. Before too long, however, she’d gotten accustomed to it, and was moaning loudly as I pushed in and out, deeper and deeper into her tight anus. I began probing her wet slit with my finger while I thrust back and forth inside her rear, and Chloë gave a moan to show her approval of my action, so I probed further, sticking two fingers in and pumping them in a rhythm contrasting to that of my thrusts, which seemed to drive Chloë absolutely mad, she began rocking in strange tempos, trying to match both of my rhythms simultaneously and achieving neither, instead only sending herself into an orgasmic frenzy, writhing as waves upon waves of passionate, loving pleasure rolled over her. “OH YESSSS…YESSS BABY…FASTER…DEEPER…DON’T STOP…I LOVE YOU…” – she half moaned, half screamed. “I love…you…too…” – I grunted out between thrusts, and then did as she said, quickening the pace of both my thrusts and my fingering, starting to lose myself in the ecstatic pleasure of the closest contact possible with my incomparable girlfriend. Before I knew it, my whole hand was pumping in and out of one hole while my whole length thrust in and out of the other. I felt Chloë pass out below me, then, as I hit my own peak, everything went dark…

We both woke what I assumed was a couple of hours later, exhausted, but very pleased, as I pulled myself out of her weak frame and rolled over to lie next to her. “You know, sometimes, when I’m with you, I start to ask myself if I died the day I met you and everything since has been heaven…” – she whispered lovingly. “No, dear. You’re very much alive. That doesn’t stop our time together from being heaven though” – I smiled, winking and stroking her arm. She smiled back, warming my heart with the sheer beauty of it, and we both slowly went to sleep in each other’s arms.