The Space Between Us(35)

"Tell me," he said. I was confused. Tell him what? "Tell me that you'll  always be mine. Say it. I need to hear it." He moved faster and I felt  my impending orgasm inching closer. I was afraid of what would happen  when I finally reached that point, afraid I couldn't handle the kind of  pleasure I was building towards.

"We belong to each other, Asher. I'll never be anyone's but yours. And you'll always be mine."

He moved me again so that my knees were bent and my feet were resting on  his chest. He surged forward and I cried out as my release pounded  through me. He continued to thrust as I came around him, my core  clenching deliciously around his cock, everything inside of me  liquefying. I'd never felt this kind of physical release. His movements  just prolonged my orgasm and I struggled to breathe through it. My hands  were in my hair, my back arched, every other part of me trembling.

"I can feel you, Bit. I can feel you coming. It's amazing. It's so... oh  my God … " He thrust a few more times and I heard him finally give into  his pleasure. I was still reeling and I feared I might never return to  normal. I was altered. Moved. Split apart and put back together  differently.

He finally collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each  other, our breathing rapid and intense. It took a few minutes before I  was ready to come back to my senses. I realized I was lightly grazing my  fingers along his spine, content to just be in the moment with him. I  felt him pull away from me and saw his eyes come to rest right in front  of mine, his face just inches away.

"That was amazing," he whispered. I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded  in agreement. "You're amazing." He pressed his lips against mine and we  melted together. There was no urgency or lust in this kiss. It was  simply loving. "I'm going to miss you."                       
       
           



       

"I'll miss you too. But thinking about missing each other is what got us  naked in a hay loft. Come to think of it, as much as I enjoyed that,  I'd really like to take a shower now. I'm starting to itch."

That last night we spent together on the farm was quiet and a little bit  sad. I never had to leave Asher before and I dreaded having our usual  roles reversed in the morning when he took me to the airport. But, as  sad as goodbye kisses are, hello kisses were ten times better. And  that's what I kept telling myself on the plane ride home. I could wait  to get my hello kisses.





Chapter Seven

Sophomore year of college started pretty much just like the previous.  Asher tried to convince me to get an apartment with him and, again, I  opted to live with Reeve in the sorority house. Reeve's emotional  well-being improved over the summer, but I still didn't feel like  abandoning her to live with my boyfriend. Asher's frat was just down the  street and I knew we'd see each other all the time.

The homecoming game approached again, and even though Reeve seemed fine,  I was on best friend high-alert just in case the anniversary of her  attack were to bring back any bad feelings or memories. I wouldn't be  any use to her today though, I was sick and in bed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to bring you anything?" Reeve asked me  as she stood at the door, getting ready to leave for her morning class. I  was curled up on my bed, trying not to move. I woke up with a stomach  bug and was trying to fend off the nausea.

"No, I'm fine. I just need to lie really still so I don't puke anymore."

"Ok. Does Asher know you're sick?"

"Um, no. I don't need to tell my boyfriend that I've been throwing up.  That's a surefire way to kill the romance. We've been together forever,  but that doesn't mean he needs to know those sorts of things." Reeve  laughed as she pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder.

"Ok, but you know if he finds out you're sick and you didn't tell him, he's going to be upset about it."

I groaned. "Fine. Text him and tell him I'm sick, but I'm fine, and that  I'll be missing classes today." Reeve left grinning, probably because  she knew what I was in for. Asher wouldn't leave me alone if he knew I  was sick. He was kind of irritatingly adorable that way. I began to  breathe deeply, in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying  desperately to make the terrible feeling go away. It wasn't working and I  could feel the urge getting stronger and stronger. Eventually, when I  knew I couldn't avoid it any longer, I got up from the bed and ran to  the bathroom.

About an hour later, after I had showered, I came back to my bedroom and  found my phone blinking with several messages, all from Asher. I rolled  my eyes and started to scroll through them when my door swung open to  reveal him rushing through with a somewhat panicked look on his face.

"Bit, are you ok? Reeve said you were sick."

I laughed at his antics, a little disappointed that it took him a full  hour to get to me. "Asher, you know guys aren't allowed upstairs," I  admonished him. It was strictly forbidden for any men to be anywhere in  the sorority house besides the foyer. If it were any other guy I would  be worried about getting in trouble with the sisters for him being  there, but I knew Asher could charm his way out of anything, so I tried  not to let it get to me.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Really. I was sick earlier but I'm better now. I'm even going  to go to my afternoon classes." He walked towards me and pressed his  hands to my face.

"You don't feel warm. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes," I said as I placed my hands over his. "I think I must have eaten  something bad because I was just sick for a little bit. Something didn't  agree with me. But I'm better now, promise." He kissed my forehead.

"Want me to wait downstairs and walk you to class?" I melted a little at how sweet he was to me.

"Sure. But try not to let any of my sisters see you walking around up here. Be sneaky."

"Like Bond?" His eyebrows waggled up and down. "You could be my Bond Girl."

"After my morning, I'm nobody's Bond Girl. Today is not my sexiest day.  Go downstairs and wait for me before someone catches you up here." I  shoved him playfully towards the door. He did his best spy impression by  flattening himself against the wall before he darted out of the room  and I tried to hold my laughter in until I knew he couldn't hear me.

The rest of the day went without incident, but I still tried to lay low  just in case I was really trying to fight off a bug. Asher and I spent a  quiet evening in his room watching a movie and snuggling.                       
       
           



       

The next morning I had to get up early for class so when my alarm went  off I tried not to wake Asher up. He looked adorable with his face  smashed into his pillow, but I took a moment to admire the strong  muscles on his naked back too. He really was the best of both worlds.  Sweet and goofy one minute, then scorchingly sexy the next.

Our houses were only three blocks apart and the walk was nice early in  the morning, and it gave me an opportunity to think about my day ahead  of me. I was about half way to my house when I started feeling the  saliva pool in my mouth and the familiar feeling of my stomach roiling  about. I tried my breathing technique but knew it wasn't going to work. I  was unprepared for the moment and was also completely mortified when I  threw up in the bushes outside of the Phi Beta Pi house.

When it was over I hurried away from the house as quickly as I could,  hoping no one saw me spewing all over their landscaping. I was nearly in  tears when I made it back to the sorority, ashamed and embarrassed of  what had happened. Obviously, I wasn't as well as I thought I was. I  made it through the door before I felt another wave of nausea come over  me and I raced to my room. I crashed through the bedroom door and just  made it into the bathroom before I was sick again. The commotion must  have woken up Reeve because as I was dry heaving into the toilet I felt  her come up behind me and pull my hair back with one hand and rub my  back with the other.

Eventually my stomach calmed and I sat, sweaty and disgusting, on the bathroom floor.

"Well, that was the grossest alarm clock I've ever woken up to," Reeve  said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. She sat on the edge of the  tub with a worried look on her face. "I thought you had some 24 hour bug  or something."

I shook my head. "I think it was something I ate," I managed to say, all  the while regretting opening my mouth. I could still taste the sick and  distinct tang of vomit. I stood up to try to brush my teeth.

"Well, did you eat the same thing two nights in a row?" I turned to look  at her and shook my head no as I brushed my teeth. "Hmm. That's really  strange." I turned back to the sink and studied Reeve's face in the  mirror. She was working something out in her mind and I could almost see  the little gears in her mind working overtime. "Don't you think it's a  little strange that you're only getting sick in the mornings?"