Heavy in Your Arms

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When the waitress brings our food, she brings another girl with her holding a second tray. She sets my pancakes down in front of me and unloads Zeke's breakfast on the table between us. He ordered pancakes, too, but different kinds. He also has a plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, a fruit cup, a stack of whole wheat toast, and a glass of milk. He nods at the spread approvingly, looking at every inch like a hungry a hungry animal about to devour its prey. 

"Anything else I can get for you?" the waitress asks, raising an eyebrow at Zeke. 

"No, ma'am. Thank you very much," he responds, and I giggle because he looks ferocious but sounds like a little boy minding his manners.

"What? Don't laugh at me, Ava, I gotta keep my strength up. Someone gave me a workout last night." He's smirking at me, wiggling his eyebrows, making me blush. Despite his teasing, I'm sure he's ready to go again. 

Me, on the other hand... I'm sore. Everywhere. Zeke and I had sex twice last night, and the second time lasted twice as long as the first. I've only done it once before and I hurt for different reasons--physically, it was a little painful, but nothing lasting. Now I feel a little but achy, like the day after a fall. My muscles protest my every movement and between my legs I feel swollen and tender. 

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This morning when I woke up, I didn't have that "Where am I? What  have I done?" moment that's always in movies. My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw as Zeke's hand cupping my breast. His heavy arm was draped over my body, his erection pressing against my backside, his face in my hair. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of us, and the first thing he said was "Beautiful." 

"Hi," I whispered, not ready ready to say much after confessing my insecurities to him last night. I needed to keep quite, calm, or I might just start asking him how he feels about me and where he thinks this is going. I may be socially awkward, but I'm not a moron--I know that's not a good "morning after" conversation. I snuggles closer to him, not wanting to leave his warmth. His fingers start to draw circles around my nipples, and the circles grow wider and turn into figure eights. It feels so good, not intense like the way he was touching me last night, but cool and light and shimmery. 

"You're still here," he said, speaking a little louder. It was a statement, not a question, but I answered. 

"Yes"

"I'm glad... I was worried you'd try to sneak away." His hand dipped down to my stomach, tracing some circles around my belly button. 

"Nope."

"You just speaking in one word sentences today?"

"Probably."

"I bet I can make you talk," he was whispering again. The he was dragging his finger down my belly, between my legs, and he parted me with two fingers and felt how wet I was. I flushed, nervous because I didn't know if it was normal to be that wet, if too much. His index finger dipped a little lower, inside me, and I hissed and my body jerked, automatically trying to escape the painful intrusion. 

"Shit, Ava, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he sounded panicked and spun me around so he could look at me, and oh God, I just wanted to hide. My head dropped to my chest and I covered myself, trying to roll away from him, but he was holding my right arm so I had to stay flat on my back next to him. 

"Zeke, It's okay," I whispered. He was lifting my arms, looking for- bruises I guess. He ran his fingers over my hips, my thighs, but it wasn't sexy, it was just embarrassing. "Zeke." I spoke louder. His eyes met mine, "I'm okay."

"I didn't want to hurt you, Ava. I wanted you to feel good. "

"I know. You did. I felt so good. I just... Have never had... I've never had anything like that. Anything that big, there, before." And despite his worry, Zeke grinned, leaning down to kiss me firmly with closed lips. He hovered over my face, looking into my eyes, and kissed me again, a little more softly that time. I wanted to moan, I wanted to open myself to him and feel his tongue in my mouth, but I was too nervous about how I would taste in the morning. He was over me, just like the night before, and I could feel his erection against my belly. I turned my head, and he was placing kisses down my neck.