Shhh

July 17th, 2008

We were drunk in my cousins' house, having sex when we weren't supposed to even though condoms had greeted us when we arrived in the spare room.

The Minnesota night was hot. The heavy air poured through the windows weighed down on us. I didn't feel naked so suffocated by the humidity. I could barely feel his body heat through the warmth of the night. The whirling fans did little else but provide noise, noise I hoped would drown out the moans I struggled to stifle.

I held him close, despite the sweat forming between us. I kissed him deeply, despite the heat of his breath. The sex surpassed the heat.

"Mmmm, baby," I whispered so quietly in his ear. "I love you, baby."

"I love you."

"Oh, baby, I love you inside. Oh, mmm, you feel so good. Yes, baby."

He fucked me harder, with more vigor, at my words. The mattress began to shake the nightstand beside us, louder and louder.

"Shhhhh," I giggled.