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. . . and it comes TEARING in with the power of a thousand earthquakes, and I fucking SCREAM as I feel that orgasm start to roll in like waves crashing into the shore, violent, wet, with white hot fury, and I am gasping for breath, my eyes rolling back in my head, and through my dizziness I can see Caleb’s mouth wide open, and now he fucking ROARS and his neck strains and I feel his hips tense up as he fucking EXPLODES inside me, and I hear us both shout together now as I flail and thrash under Caleb, my orgasm pounding me into a frenzy, the feeling of Caleb’s hot cum shooting into my depths driving me fucking INSANE as it heightens my orgasm to the point where I am just sobbing with the ecstasy that is overwhelming me.
But I am still coming, my orgasm somehow gaining power and intensity like a runaway train screaming its way downhill, and I can feel Caleb’s cock flex inside me as he continues to grunt and shout his way through his orgasm, and he is dripping sweat and drool onto my face as he comes, still pouring his semen into my pussy like a river floods a valley, his hot seed filling every corner of the secret space within me.
We come for several long minutes, both of us grunting like animals, wailing like banshees, shouting like maniacs. It feels so raw, so pure, so RIGHT, that I am just sobbing like a freak as we finally slow down and just lie there against each other, Caleb’s cock still inside me, his warm body still draped over mine, protecting me, claiming me, united with me.
We lie in silence for many minutes, neither of us daring to speak, each of us realizing that words will only break the spell that is cast over us right now. We are breathing together, our naked, sweaty bodies moving up and down in rhythm, like we are joined in some profound, cosmic way, like we share the same life-force now, the same spirit.
The sun is almost all the way up now, and those birds are loud outside the window. A brief thought about school flutters through my mind, but I let it go. Then for a moment I wonder if my dad will knock on the door to see if I’m up, but I remind myself the door is locked and I am eighteen and even if he knocks I will tell him I am staying home today.
Yes, I think as I look down at Caleb as he nuzzles into my neck. I am staying home today, because this is home.
Yes, this is home.
Home.
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We make love again later that morning, and once more in the afternoon. We come together both times, our bodies so in sync that it makes me breathless just thinking about it. Our orgasms are raw, wild, fucking insane, and our bodies are worn out and sore but still energized with a spark of something indescribable, an energy that can only be described as divine. We have still barely spoken to each other, and it is our bodies that have done all the communicating over the past eight hours. So now, when we do speak, I feel that so much has already been decided by our bodies, by our unconscious minds, our spiritual centers.
Yes, so much has been decided already, I think as I watch my Caleb start to speak as he lies there on top of me, my arms looking small against his broad frame that is covering my body like a security blanket, making me feel warm, complete, whole . . .
. . . making me feel loved.
So yes, somehow I know that those big questions have been answered by the cosmos, by the universe, the answers coming through in the way our bodies interacted, combined, responded to each other. Those big questions about silly things like, “What next?” or “Is this just sex or is there something more?” or “What if I get pregnant?” are just that: silly.
Yes, silly, because I already know the answers to these so-called “big” questions. And I know Caleb does too. Yes, we both know the answers to these questions that seem so fucking trivial right now, so freaking obvious, so perfectly clear.
And as I drift away into blissful oblivion, those silly questions and their answers float through my mind, making me smile hard, giggle softly, shiver even though inside I feel warm and complete.
I know that this was more than sex, that it will ALWAYS be more than sex, and I smile again as I touch my soft little belly and wonder what it would be like if I really got pregnant from today, how scary and WONDERFUL it would be. Yeah, I know that's fucked up, but it's also tremendously exciting! It would be strangely romantic in a way, wouldn't it? And it would short-circuit this whole fucking thing, blow the lid off it, expose us to the world, the judging public. And how awesome would that be! My stepbrother and I are in love and I’m fucking knocked up now. Deal with it, bitches. Fucking deal with it, because if you’ve got a problem with it, it’s YOUR problem, not ours.
I am still giggling, feeling warm and happy, secure and loved, and I imagine the drama unfolding as my belly starts to protrude, and I wonder what my mom would say from Calcutta, what my friends back home would think, what Grandma and Grandpa would say! Would people call me a little slut? A teenage whore? Hah! Fuck them! Nobody gets to tell you what love is. Love is chaos and madness, messy and filthy, raw and primal. That's what it is, and no one gets to tell me otherwise.
And now, as if the universe is agreeing with me, laughing along with me, I feel Caleb kiss me again as I hear that final question play through my mind: What's next? What's next? What's next?
Everything, I realize as I kiss him back. Everything's next.
Everything.
∞
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