Free He's Come Undone by Theresa Weir Page B

thinking okay, let’s have sex. The next, I was out of control.
    We were both sweating like mad, and our skin was beginning to make a slapping sound that would have made me laugh if it hadn’t all been so intense. I kept hammering away, and she kept clinging to me, whispering to do it harder. The bed was moving under us, back and forth, the headboard banging against the wall, and I thought I’d never fucked like this, and I’d never given into such a frenzy.
    In the back of my mind I knew it was because of what had taken place in the shrink’s office, and I knew I was trying to erase the conversation the same way I erased it with running. But now I was pounding into Ellie.
    I didn’t come. Somehow I held it while I continued to drive into her. Sometimes I would quit kissing her and just bury my face in her neck while I pumped away, and other times I would grasp the headboard with one hand and work her clit with the other while I slowly ground myself into her, constantly changing the tempo.
    And finally, finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer and I took one long, deep thrust, driving myself as deep as it would go, lifting her from the bed with both of my hands, filling her.
    Then I collapsed and just lay there inside her.
    Now I know why sex is sometimes called the little death, because I couldn’t move. Not a finger.
    We were stuck together. I was aware of our wet bodies, from her breasts down our stomachs to my dick that was still buried deep.
    “Wow,” she finally said.
    I extricated myself and rolled over to my back. Wow was right.
    In the darkness, I groped for her and found her belly and rubbed my palm against her soft skin. “God, I’m sorry.” I was out of breath. I never got out of breath. “I kind of lost it.”
    “No kidding.”
    Did she sound upset? I didn’t think so. She’d sounded groggy and stunned, but not upset. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” God, please don’t say I hurt you.
    She was quiet a long time, so long that I thought I’d better get dressed and leave, or so quiet that I began to wonder if I’d killed her. Could you fuck someone to death? No, that was insane. People were made to do what we’d just done.
    “I finally understand the appeal of athletes,” she said in a level and sober voice.
    I laughed, and the laugh was part relief, and part delight at that blunt honesty of hers.
    “And tomorrow I’m going to be really embarrassed about this, but right now I don’t care.”
    I felt her leg wrap around me until she was straddling my thighs. She began to stroke me again, just kind of a soft petting that slowly increased until she was waking me back up. And it was like she couldn’t wait another moment. Before I was even fully engorged, she came down on me.
    Somewhere along the way she’d removed her T-shirt, and I was able to caress her breasts and play with her nipples. But she quickly grew impatient for a repeat of what had gone before, and I framed her hips with my hands and started the whole ride over again.

Chapter 15

    ~ Ellie ~

    When I’d mentioned being embarrassed, I was talking about having to see my roommates. I knew Julian would be long gone for my walk of shame, and I was right. I heard him get up and heard him get dressed, but I pretended to be asleep. Before he left he whispered my name, and I didn’t budge. Footsteps, followed by the door softy closing, marked his departure from my life.
    Later, once the sounds of activity dropped to nothing, I slipped on jeans and a T-shirt and ventured out to find my roommate Carmen on the red couch in front of the window overlooking the Mississippi River, staring at her laptop. She glanced up and said: “That was some performance last night.”
    Heat flooded my face.
    She had no mercy. “I was really hoping to get up early enough to catch a glimpse of what kind of guy could elicit such noise, but I take it he’s gone.”
    “Yeah. Gone.”
    I wasn’t a sexual person. Not in comparison to my loft buddies. In