Synchronicity
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He went down on me, his tongue teasing as he lightly probed my pussy lips with it and it was a sensation I wasn’t all too familiar with but I could very quickly get used to.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, practically levitating off the bed. He put his arm across my hips and pressed me back down into the mattress, chuckling against my sex. The vibration from it caused my legs to twitch as electric pleasure crackled and sparked things to life.
I cried out his name, the sensations unfamiliar and edging toward too intense, but all at once he seemed to ground me by slipping a finger inside of me. The sensation of him gliding through my wetness, the long, elegant digit seeking out the places inside of me that’d only been touched once or twice before and never with such careful consideration sent my eyes to rolling into the back of my head, my body to writhing of its own volition.
Brody was patient with me, holding my legs apart with his shoulders when they tried to snap closed with my surprise. His mouth delicate on my clit, his finger, now joined by a second inside of me stroking carefully along my roof for what, I didn’t know but I certainly knew when he found it.
I panted, the euphoria unfurling up from my middle, somehow teasing my nipples from the inside, traveling lazily down my limbs. I shuddered in supplication beneath his attentions and practically melted from the pleasure but he was just getting started.
I trembled finely, the ecstasy building until I felt as though I had been dropped into a fast-moving, warm river of euphoric bliss. I gasped and panted and vaguely was I aware of crying out wordlessly, loudly, in utter joy.
When the stars receded from my vision, it was to see Brody smiling smugly as he leaned down above me, smoothing my hair from my face asking if I was good to continue.
All I could do was whimper… “There’s more?”
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Brody
She looked up at me, slightly unfocused, incredibly dazed and so incredibly beautiful and asked in a lilting voice heavy with surprise, “There’s more?”
I laughed and positioned my cock at her entrance with my hand, pressing down on the base of it, and capturing my bottom lip between my teeth bit down on it as I fought not to go too fast or too hard.
I was a thousand percent sure by this point that Annika had never been properly fucked and while I was happy to be the one to introduce her to the concept, tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight, right now, was about loving her into a blissed-out coma. There wasn’t anything going on here as fast or impersonal as a good fuck. That could come later when we were feeling playful. The air was charged with too many heavy emotions, too much anxiety, too many firsts to fuck it up by going too fast or too hard.
She groaned in pure bliss as I slid into her, her pussy a slick velvet heat, drawing me in, welcoming my cock, and loving me back. I grunted and groaned myself, my eyes closing, my head bowing as I gave myself wholly to the sensation of being inside of her, my Annika, finally after having quietly fallen in love with her over so many late nights and honest chats.
I couldn’t tell you the amazing feeling that washed over me, having her in my arms, having her look up at me with her keen, bright, and interested gaze as I slowly began to move. Her hands gripped my ass, urging me to stay as she wrapped her long legs around my hips and I couldn’t honestly think of any place, any other woman I would rather be or want to be with.
God, I loved her. And I was so grateful for loving her, too. I had honestly been so afraid I had loved, and lost, and that I would never love again but then there she had been… on the night I had missed my wife the most and I just knew Maia had been there, guiding my hand to click on Annika’s post and that the very synchronicity that had brought us together.
Now, here we were, and I was loving her and she was loving me and the world felt so right again and I swore as I drew back and surged forward carefully, as our moaning and panted breaths entwined, as our bodies expressed what our hearts and minds couldn’t put into words…
I would never let her go.
Not so long as she would have me.
I’d found love again and I would care for it, nurture it, and would be here for her always.
I’d answered her call, had answered the call to save a life and in turn had found that mine had been saved from a bitter and lonely fate and as I gazed into her eyes in gratitude, as I made love to her, I knew that this, with her, would be forever and always… the forever and always I thought I would have and that cancer had cruelly ripped away.
Somehow… somehow here and now, I realized that it had given back in a weird little roundabout way.
“Oh, God! Brody, don’t stop!” she gasped and I smiled.
“Never,” I promised.
I would never stop loving her.
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Brody
Weeks later…
“You ready to go home?” I asked, looking over my shoulder and shoving some more of Luke’s accumulated things from his hospital room into one of the hospital’s personal effects bags. His backpack was already straining at the zipper.
“You have no idea,” he said, rolling his eyes but then his look became somber. “I just wish Dad was going to be there.” I bit my lips together and nodded, Annika speaking before I could.
“I know, bud. But, he and Mom are trying to work things out and he’ll be there when you get there today.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he complained. “You’re moving out, Dad’s moved out, and you guys are leaving me all alone with Mom.”
Annika and I traded a look and laughed. It was true, their mother loved them, fiercely, but that sometimes translated to her having this weird inability to see either Annika or Luke as anything older than oh, say, five years old?
“Mom loves you, and even with as annoying as she can sometimes be, you know you love her too,” Annika declared in her best sisterly ‘don’t be such a drama queen’ tone of voice.
Luke rolled his eyes with an exasperated pre-teen sigh and declared, “I know!”
I chuckled and with the rest of his accumulated belongings in hand, his nurse wheeled him out, his sister at his side while I brought up the rear. I was glad to be closing this chapter of my life. I was looking forward to beginning a new one with Annika who smiled at me over her shoulder. We went out the doors in the front of the hospital, Luke’s mom and dad waiting for him, the car door sitting open and my chest swelled with pride that I’d done something good here. That I had saved a life, and my gift in return was that mine which had lain in ashes and ruin had been picked up by one of the most beautiful and selfless women I had ever met.
“Ready to go home?” Annika asked me, smiling.
“Yeah!” Luke answered, figuring she was talking to him. I smiled big and couldn’t stop smiling.
“Yeah,” I echoed and her smile just grew bigger.
The End
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About the Author
A.J. Downey specializes in writing real and relatable contemporary romance stories. She’s from Seattle, WA and loves the Pacific Northwest. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets, and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. An avid reader all of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.
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