Free Diving In by Bianca Giovanni Page B

she’s
begging me to be inside her—now I also know that she gets really
wet and she tightens up just before she comes.
    “Yes, baby” I whisper to her, putting my free
hand against the middle of her chest like I can feel her heart.
“Let it go, Lola. Come for me, beautiful girl.”
    She does. This time we don’t have to be
hidden in darkness like we were last night. I take her in, watching
the expression on her face and enjoying the way the muscles in her
firm little stomach flex and expand while she shivers. All that is
gorgeous, and that’s not even counting how she feels inside when
she pulses against my fingers. I can say with some certainty that
fucking Lola would be a dream come true.
    “James!” she cries out and collapses onto me,
her body still shaking as she pants into my chest.
    “That was so beautiful, Lo,” I say, feeling
almost as pleased as her. “You’re so beautiful. My gorgeous angel.
You’re my special little treasure.”
    I hold her in my arms and I almost get choked
up, which is weird. I feel like we just shared something major,
something way beyond the physical boundary we just crossed. It’s
kind of like everything got blocked out for a minute and the only
thing that mattered to me was making her feel good. I don’t
normally get that way with girls. Sure, I always want them to get
off, but I’m usually trying to get something out of it too, so this
kind of selfless experience is sort of weird for me. I wanted her
to feel good and I didn’t give a shit about what it was like from
my end of the deal. All I cared about was her and now all I want to
do is hold her while she comes down from it. This just feels so …
intimate.
    “That was so intense,” she whispers, her
breath hot against my chest.
    “I know, baby,” I say, wrapping my arms
around her tighter and kissing into her hair. “I felt it too.”
    I know it was intense for her, but the weird
part is that it was so intense for me. I didn’t even do anything,
but I feel that kind of relaxed sensation you get after you come
really hard. Just holding her like this … it’s done something to me
and I feel different.
    “You’re so perfect, Lo,” I whisper to her,
trailing my fingers up and down her back. “You’re so special.
Everything about you is beautiful.”
    She lifts herself up on shaky arms and looks
in my eyes, giving me a smile that could light up the whole
city.
    This is definitely a moment. Something’s
happening right now. The way she’s looking at me and the way it
makes me feel, all fluttery and warm … shit’s taking place that
goes way over my head and I can’t pinpoint what it is, but it’s
there. I feel it.
    I tuck her hair behind her ear and then
stroke my fingers down the back of her neck. I feel weird about it,
but I really want to kiss her right now. In fact, I’d like to stay
in bed and kiss her for the rest of the day until I have to drive
her to the airport. Who does that? Who wants to be in bed with a
hot, bare-ass naked chick and just kiss her? Something’s wrong
with me if I’m thinking like this.
    “James … I … that was,” she says like
something’s all weird with her too. What happened to us just
now?
    I tilt her head towards me and I slowly close
my eyes as I touch her forehead to mine. “You are the most perfect
thing in the world,” I whisper softly to her. “You’re the most
amazing person and you’re beautiful and I wish you lived here
because I’d do this forever.” Christ! This sounds like the
kind of thing you say to a girl before you propose to her, like the
spiel that comes before telling her you love her. But that’s not …
unless … do I love her?
    “You’re so warm,” she giggles as she presses
into me and nuzzles under my neck.
    “You’re so hot,” I reply, my face fixed in a
perma-smile.
    That makes her laugh and I’m happy to lighten
things up a bit. We were heading into some uncharted territory
there for a minute and it kind of freaked me out to