Her mouth twitched.
"You'd love me forever regardless of whether I did that or not," she countered.
She was right.
I would.
"That's right. I would," I told her. "But that doesn't mean a man can't dream."
Her thighs quivered as she lifted up and let her weight fall back down, as did my balls.
My hands came up to hold on to her sides, just underneath her armpits, my thumb spanning the expanse of ribs that curled around just underneath both breasts.
Her pussy clenched when I swept both thumbs up to lazily sweep across those sensitive buds, and I grunted as I tried to hold my release back. "Ah, fuck."
She grinned, pulled both feet up so they were resting flat right next to my ribs, and said, "Put your hand on my ass and lift me up. I won't be able to do it long if you don't help me."
I did, trying not to stare at her breasts, otherwise I'd come, and fast.
Instead, I settled my eyes on her face, keeping my gaze locked with hers.
The new position forced her to hold on to my arms instead of the seam of her panties, causing them to roughly glide and scrape against my cock with each rise and fall.
My biceps bulged as I lifted her on and off of me. My abdominals clenched as I fought the inevitable climax that bubbled just underneath the surface. Then there was Naomi herself.
Everything about her was so goddamn sexy it hurt. Her eyes. Her hair flying all around her as she moved on me. The way her eyes smoldered as she ran them over me. The flash of her teeth as they sunk into her bottom lip as she came down on my cock.
My eyes dropped when I felt her hand where we were joined, and I watched as she gathered some of the wetness that was accumulating at the base where we were connected.
The moment her fingers were fully coated in that wetness, she brought those same fingers up to circle around the delicate skin of her clit.
My hands clenched deeply into her ass, likely leaving imprints of my fingers behind. If she made me hold off any longer, those marks would turn to bruises.
The tips of both my pointer fingers fell into the crack of her ass, the tips brushing over that little puckered entrance.
When that accidental brush happened, she detonated.
One second she was lingering, trying to draw out the orgasm that we were both chasing, and the next she was coming so hard that I saw stars.
No longer able to hold on, I let go and came fast and almost violently inside of her.
And it took just seconds for me to realize that the condom I'd asked her to fetch was still on my chest between us. Yet, neither one of us had paused long enough in our activities to put it on.
I couldn't stop myself though. Even knowing that I was possibly putting both of us at risk of becoming parents at this point was enough to cause my cock to harden impossibly further.
Her breathing was ragged, and mine didn't sound much better.
Being in really great shape didn't automatically mean that you wouldn't lose your breath when your brain was solely focused on the feeling of the pussy that was sucking every drop of cum out of the tip of your dick.
I wasn't a liar, and I wasn't one to beat around the bush.
"You take my breath away," I whispered fiercely to her. "You make me want to be a better man. A man who you can always count on to never let you falter."
Her head came up, and I realized who it was I was dealing with in a matter of seconds.
My other half. The complement to my soul.
"The same goes for you," she murmured fiercely. "It physically hurts to think about being away from you, and it scares the crap out of me that one day you might not be here for me anymore."
I rolled us over, my elbows resting in the bed on either side of her head, as my cock slid out from her to rest wetly against the seam of her sex.
"I won't ever be far," I promised her. "And even if I am, all you have to do is call. I'll come back to you the moment I hear you need me. I love you. I've loved you for a while, and I've been so scared to tell you."
Her eyes watered.
The moment she came down from her high, I waited for it to start.
And she didn't disappoint.
The instant everything came back, she was crying again.
And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
***
"Come," I ordered, standing up and rummaging through my drawers.
I couldn't watch her sit on that couch and cry for another minute longer.
"Why?" she sniffled. "I don't want to get up."
I found some socks, slipped them onto my large feet, and then slipped said large feet into my tennis shoes that I wear to work out in.
Once I got my feet into my shoes, I nabbed another pair of socks and walked over to Naomi. I reached for her leg and pulled the socks into place.