Just Remember to Breathe (Thompson Sisters)

kissing me everywhere, his hand gently caressing the side of my hip, down to my calf.
    I was absolutely alive with sensation, every nerve ending in my body crying out for relief as he slowly kissed and licked all the way down one leg to the calf and my feet, then began working his way back up the other leg.
    Oh. My. God. I was going to scream with pleasure or frustration or both, and then suddenly his mouth touched me there , and I really did think I was going to scream. I’d never experienced such intense sensation and pleasure, and I felt my hands grip the blanket, bunching it up in my fists as I gasped.
    “Oh, God,” I cried out, leaning my head back, my eyes rolling up. I almost started to cry at the intense pleasure of it, and didn’t even realize that even as he was doing it, he was working his own clothes off of his body, until he suddenly stopped. I wanted to cry out, Don’t stop! until I realized he was working his way back up, kissing my navel, the undersides of my breasts, my ribs, my neck, then my mouth.
    “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he whispered.
    I couldn’t talk anymore. I just nodded, frantically, and put my arms around his waist and pulled him to me, and suddenly he was inside me. I let out an involuntary cry, because it hurt , and he paused, watching me, waiting.
    I bit my lip and nodded at him, wanting to say go but I couldn’t say anything at all. Then he moved again, and the pain of our separation, the heartache, the arguments and questions and complications—everything was washed away in that moment of intense pleasure that was so amazing it hurt.
    I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my feet behind his back, and dug into his back with my nails, and at first he moved so slowly that I wanted to cry out in frustration. When I thought I couldn’t go on anymore he would stop, and smile, looking at me. He was drawing it out, stopping himself so we didn’t have to stop.
    I didn’t ever want to stop, but I didn’t want to go slowly any more. I pushed at his chest, rolled him over, and straddled him, our chests together, and brought my lips to his as my hips pushed against him. Then we both cried out, one right after the other, and I felt my whole body shaking and shuddering. I grabbed his shoulders, then collapsed against his chest, my pulse thumping in my chest.
    We were silent, just breathing in and out slowly. We twined our fingers together, and I lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
    Slowly I slid off of him, and curled up at his side, then rested my head on his shoulder. He turned his face toward me, and I could see his eyes were watering.
    “What’s wrong, Dylan?” I asked.
    “Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s just that… if you had asked me, three years ago, what my single, secret, biggest dream was… well… this is it. You and me, Alex. You’ve managed to make it all come true.”
    I slowly kissed him, then we lay there, talking long into the night, about our shared dreams for our future. And I drifted off to sleep, knowing that after all this time, all the complications and pain and separation, that somehow we’d managed to work our way through it, and that together, we’d face our future, and our dreams, with smiles on our faces and courage in our hearts.

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    Just Remember to Breathe
    by Charles Sheehan-Miles
    Published by Cincinnatus Press

    Copyright 2012 Charles Sheehan-Miles.
    v06052013
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    Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is unintentional, with the exception of certain named historical