L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

“Shit,” he muttered, something dawning on him. He bolted to retrieve the tossed jeans,
shaking them to release a wallet, which he then savaged for a condom. A man had never
secured one so fast in his life, I thought, watching him slide it on. Returning to the
mattress, he knelt and opened my legs. His eyes took in the length of me, and he shook
his head as though he could not have imagined the moment more perfectly. Then he
hovered over me, showering me with kisses, gentle, then more deliberate, beginning an
achingly slow trail from my neck, down to my clavicle, and lingering at my breasts. I
couldn’t contain my giggles as he inched his way down me, his stubble tickling my skin.
He stopped every once in a while to gaze back up at my face, his eyes searching mine,
making me beg for him. I am about to have sex with Will Foret, my boss, my friend, my
man.
My breathing turned shallow and my back arched as he glided into me. What is it
called when you yearn for someone and yet they’re right there with you, giving you
exactly what you want? What do you call something that stirs your heart, head and body
a t the same time? With the other men, I had been fully there physically, but my heart
was never fully awakened. With Will, every part of me was alive beneath him. My head
was saying yes, my body was saying now, and my heart was near to bursting with the
wonder of it all. Is that what it is to love? Yes, I thought, this is love., I realized. Here is my
love, my young old man, my Will.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat a little.
“Oh, Will.” It was hard to believe this was possible, this feeling of ecstasy. I writhed
beneath him, mad with desire. I wanted to come, I had to, and yet I wanted to stop, to
freeze this feeling of liquid joy inside of me.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the day we met,” he said.
He moved up to kiss my face. His slow, deep movements elicited a thousand surrenders
from me. His elbows rested on either side of my head, as he smoothed back my hair, his
eyes searching my face. And then he began to hunger for something he had only begun
to taste. I could see it in his expression. In a single smooth motion, he ipped me on top
of him.
I placed my hands on his muscled shoulders and my hips matched his rhythm. He was
feeling it too, I knew it: a pleasure bigger and stronger than anything experienced
before. As bliss shot up and through me, I could only throw myself into it more
fervently. When I came, I heard him calling my name, his torso arching as he lled me,
melding his beautiful body with mine.
Afterwards, I lay across his chest. The chill outside, our breath, our bodies warming the
room had caused the windows to steam up. Before I could really calm my breathing, his
mouth found mine for a lingering kiss. Then he fell back again and closed his eyes. Both
of us were lost in a quiet serenity.
“I think you’re probably going to be late for work tomorrow,” he said softly a while
later. “And I think I’m okay with that.”
I laughed as I rested my head against his chest, listened to his heart. He wrapped his
arms around me, pulling me to him, kissing the top of my head.
“Have you really thought of doing that since the day we met?” I asked.