Unspoken Confession

Thrust, thrust. Each thrust was deeper and harder into me, I couldn’t help but bring my hips up to meet his every more. I urged him to go harder, faster, deeper. I didn’t give a damn if I never walked again. This was amazing! He reached around and wrapped his big, soft hand around my member. He began to pump and squeeze in perfect time with his thrusts, which only increased my moans, whimpers, gasps. I didn’t think I could hold on any longer when I came all over his hand. I would have worried about getting him dirty, but I was in pure bliss. Walls of pleasure hit me at such a force, I shook as the wonderful feeling pulsated through my body. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out his name at the top of my lungs. I think it was that loud, but I was in heaven; it could have been louder.

While I was having this mind blowing orgasm, he continued to thrust into me. Now he was going impossibly deep. It was insane how far he was going into my body. Soon he went the deepest he could go and let out a deep, beautiful moan. I could feel him shaking on top of me, so he must have been having an orgasm himself, which I could only hope was a wonderful as mine. Too bad I couldn’t feel his own hot, sticky liquid he released inside of me. I wish I could’ve, but he’d worn a condom; he wanted to protect me. I guess if it made him feel better it was worth it.

Now he pulled out of me and we both hit the bed. He pulled the condom off and dropped it in a trash can next to the bed before grabbing a towel he’d put on the bedside table. As he cleaned me off, he quickly and gently squeezed my member, which ripped a moan from me. I could see the amusement dance in his eyes as he bent over me to do his job. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him down atop me so I could give him the most loving kiss I could manage. When I pulled away, I tried to read his expression, but I couldn’t. That was my unspoken confession of how I loved him with all my heart. Now it was his turn to confess something. He leaned in and kissed me ever so lightly on the very tip of my nose. I looked up into his deep, sharp blue eyes. They were supposed to be the window to his soul, so why could I see what he meant? I closed my eyes tightly and latched myself to his body. I clung to him for dear life as he rolled to lay on his side. I felt the light sheet fall across us as I buried my head into the crook of his neck.

What was he trying to say? It was not a rejection, but it wasn’t quite an acceptation, either. Possibly an ‘I care for you’ or an ‘I almost love you.’ I sighed as I felt his hands rest on the small of my back, his fingers playing little circles on my skin. Whatever. What’d it matter if he loved me or not? He was with me, and that’s all that mattered.