His Words

July 20th, 2008

In a haze of sleep, he fucked me. In the slightly cooler light of the morning, he fucked me. The sex felt different to me in this sleepy fog. It had a distance to it that didn't upset or scare me. My sensations felt sweet and far away as my mind rolled lazily in my head. I was pleasantly disconnected and able to wallow mindlessly in him.

"I love you," he said, moving inside me.

Just hearing him say it, still made my heart clench, my body flutter.

"I love you," I said.

He kept saying it. I love you. I love you. He felt so perfect inside me, and his words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"You feel so good," he whispered.

He never talked dirty to me. He hated the sound of his voice, though I loved it. This slip, this sweet deviation excited me. I savored it.

"Mmmm, baby, you feel so good inside me," I said back.