Hearts Of Glass💔🥀 [completed]

52: Pre-Graduation

Rihanna- Love On The Brain

"Oh, and babe I'm fist fighting with fire
Just to get close to you
Can we burn something, babe?
And I run for miles just to get a taste
Must be love on the brain
That's got me feeling this way (feeling this way)
It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good
And I can't get enough
Must be love on the brain, yeah
And it keeps cursing my name (cursing my name)
No matter what I do
I'm no good without you
And I can't get enough
Must be love on the brain"

Maia

We soaked ourselves in the pool water. Calm, cosy and cooling. I sipped the last drops of my juice.

We looked at the sun that was about to set ahead of us.

"It never gets old." Cade said.

"Yeah the colors are typically more brilliant than sunrise colors." I told him.

We gazed at each other and we let our eyes do the talking.

We stayed in the pool for a few moments and then he turned to me.

"Thank you." He finally says.

"For what?"

"For being my world, and for being yourself."

I look back at him, and there is a softness in his eyes. His eyes glistened in the light. I look down at my lap, afraid if I stare any longer, I'll ruin his beauty. He only takes his finger and lifts it up, so I meet his eyes. Although his eyes were soft, I notice the feelings behind them, as if he were longing for something. Like the happiness we've been longing for ever since the very first day. Was it finally here?

He touches his forehead to mine, and I feel a warmth. One that I've never experienced before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with a passion and hope that is powerful. He leans his head closer to me and his lips meet mine. Gentle but passionate, he presses his lips into my lips. The world around me slowed, so I could be in this moment. My heart flutters, and I kiss back, cherishing the moment and Cade. His lips are soft and warm. He puts his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. We pull back and smile. I lay my head on his shoulder and even though I'm still filled with the warmth from the kiss, I shiver.

"You cold?" He asks but doesn't give me time to answer. He puts his arms around me. We sit together in that moment and don't say a word for it is too precious to ruin.

"The end is near Blue."

"Let's give it something amazing before we reach the end."

Absentmindedly he stroked my long hair, soft from all that swimming, as it flows on his abdomen. Now that my sexual push is past, his prick had hardened, the competing muscles of anxiety having at last relaxed. But I, I am relaxed all over, eyes closed with his prick on my legs inside the water.

"Want me inside?" he asks softly, getting no answer.

He moves me off his chest and works my inner body around so we lie side by side and he can hit it from behind. I wake enough to cry out when he penetrates. Slickly admitted, he pumps slowly, pulling us deeper into the water. He has never liked the chill of air-conditioning even when it was only to be had at the movies and thought to be a great treat drawing you in right off the hot sidewalk, the word COOL in blue-green with icicles on the marquee, always seemed to him healthier to live in the air God gave however lousy and let your body adjust. Nature can adjust to anything. The water was getting cooler and cooler- maybe too a little too cool. Still, some of these nights, sticky, and the cars passing below with that wet-tire sound, the whole city with their windows open or tops down and radios blaring just at the moment of dropping off to sleep, your skin prickling wherever it touched cloth and a single mosquito alive in the room. His prick is stiff as stone inside me, nothing that hadn't happened before, but it gets better and better everytime. He stroked my ass, the crease where it nestles against his belly, must start jogging again, the crease between its halves and that place within the crease, opposite of a nipple, dawned on him gradually over these months that I had no objection to being touched there, I seemed to like it when I was under him, his hand beneath my bottom.

He used to come easing in sometimes, not too harsh. I think about the thick two big swells his breast muscles make.... I pretend to turn to him, but not opening my legs wider. I want him to open them for me. He does, and I was soft and wet where his fingers were strong and hard. I was softer than I'd ever been before. All my strength is in his hand.

My brain curls up like wilted leaves.... I stretch my legs open, and he is on top of me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He puts his thing in me. In me. In me. Again. I wrap my feet around his back so he can't get away. His face is next to mine. The water splash sounds like the waves at the beach. He puts his fingers in mine, and we stretch our arms outwise. I hold on tight. My fingers and my feet hold on tight, because everything else is going, going. I know he wants me to come first. But I can't. Not until he does. Not until I feel him loving me. Just me. Sinking into me. Not until I know that my flesh is all that be on his mind. That he couldn't stop if he had to. That he would die rather than take his thing out of me. Not until he has let go of all he has, and give it to me.

When he does, I feel a power. I take my fingers out of his and put my hands on his behind. My legs drop back into the water. I don't make noise, I begin to feel those little bits of color floating up into me- deep in me. That streak of green from the june-bug light, the purple from the berries trickling along my thighs, Mama's lemonade yellow runs sweet in me. Then I feel like I'm laughing between my legs, and the laughing gets all mixed up with the colors. And it's rainbow all inside. And it lasts and lasts and lasts. I want to thank him, but don't know how, so I pat him like you do a baby. He asks me if I'm alright. I say yes. He carries me out of the water, not minding the nakedness of our bodies.

I want to say something, but I don't. I don't want to take my mind off the rainbow.