Everything

XXI

As the sun slowly sank behind the skyscrapers of the city, leaving the sky awash with sultry tones of red and orange, his fingers rhythmically stroked my bare back, slowly following the curve of my spine all the way down.

I was breathless and paralysed in his arms in a state I could only describe as pure bliss. The rest of the world had shaken and then stood still. It was waiting for us. For that first sigh of normalcy that would welcome us back into reality. But right now, wrapped in satin and Spencer, I refused to voluntarily return from the clouds my body floated on.

We were seamless. I was him. He was me. There was no in-between.

Although the sky was admittedly breath-taking, there was no comparison to the masterpiece that lay next to me, his warm breath fanning my hair, his scent draping itself over my body.

My God, I would be foolish to take that for granted.

Turning onto my other side to face the man that my dreams had created, I winced, the after effects apparent for the first time. But even the discomfort couldn't put a halt to my euphoria.

Immediately his hands clasped my waist, his soft blue eyes full of concern.

"Are you okay?"

I smiled, too overcome with happiness to notice the pain present for mere seconds, "I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I'm perfect."

Spencer breathed out a laugh, eyes filled with pure, unadulterated elation, "That you are." He placed the most chaste kiss between my eyebrows, "And that was perfect."

"Hmmm... I don't know." I teased, winking at him.

He laughed, the sound of it a melody. My senses seemed to be heightened after the experience we had just shared, everything was in picture perfect clarity.

"How was it for you? God, that sounds like an awful cliché."

My thoughts immediately flickered back to the last twenty minutes...How was it for me?

"F*ck, you feel good. You're so tight, Adri," Spencer's eyes danced as he braced his arms, "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

I attempted to keep the grimace off my face as pain knotted at the base of my stomach. But strangely...I was a mass of contradictions. It felt...amazing.

Biting down on my lip, I stifled a moan of pleasure, "Spence, I-I don't..."

I couldn't help but waver. What was I meant to do from here?

"It's okay, baby," he soothed, his voice tight and strained, "It's okay, I promised-", he groaned slightly, "Together. Okay? Just...tilt your hips...like this..."

"Like..." I paused, gripping his forearms tighter and looking into his eyes for reassurance, "This? Is that right?"

That felt...far too euphoric to be legal. Right?

"Oh, baby," his eyes closed briefly as he pressed his forehead to mine and letting out a breath, "Yes. Exactly...exactly like that..."

How was it for me? Did he even need to ask?

"Perfect, Spence. Absolutely perfect, I thought you would've known."

He blushed, the emotion of fear in his eyes betraying him, "I wanted to be sure."

He was scared that I wouldn't have...? How could he ever think that?