She reaches between us and I feel her hand moving. Her inner walls clench around me.
"Fuck, that's it," I groan.
I can feel my orgasm building, but I want her to come first.
"You close?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Then come. Let me feel it."
She does, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she comes.
I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I come inside her.
The orgasm tears through me, leaves me shaking and breathless.
I collapse beside her and pull her against me. We're both sweating and breathing hard.
"Holy shit," she says.
"Yeah."
"That was..."
"Yeah."
She laughs and the sound makes my chest warm.
I kiss the top of her head and hold her close, my hand in her hair.
The weight of what I just chose settles over me—not regret, just responsibility.
I know this changes everything, know there's no going back.
And I'm okay with that.
"What are you thinking?" she asks.
"That I just stepped into something real."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Good. Scary, but good."
She tilts her head to look at me. "You're not going to panic?"
"I'm already panicking."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I'm staying anyway."
She smiles. "Good."
"Good?"
"Yeah. I'd be worried if you weren't at least a little scared."