While I Was Away(75)

Reality can just fuck right off.

She moved her hips in time with his, moaning with each thrust, falling further and further in love with him with every touch. His hand was back over her breast, squeezing and caressing it for a moment before moving up over her throat. She felt his thumb wrap around her jaw and his fingers splay against her cheek. Then he held her head gently but firmly in place, and before he even told her what he wanted, she knew she had no choice but to comply.

Just like always.

“Open your eyes.”

And Adele did, staring straight up into his emerald whirlpools. She wished she could get lost on their shores, wade into them and become one with them.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “You are so ... perfect.”

His voice, his words, his touch – they'd always been her undoing. She screamed as a bolt of lightening ran up her legs and ignited something in her chest. It swelled and bloomed, setting fire to her soul. The orgasm rocked every inch of her body, consuming it, taking it over. She had no choice but to let it happen, her hands flying to her head, fingers raking through her hair.

“I've got you,” she was vaguely aware of a whisper coming from above her. “I'll fall with you. Just let go.”

And when Adele fell, well, she certainly fell hard.

The orgasm doubled back on itself and roared through her system once again, this time carrying with it every emotion she'd experienced over the last six months. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, her head twisted from side to side. She shook and sobbed and moaned and clung to him as tightly as she could, hoping he'd keep her anchored to earth.

Of course he did. This was Jones. And not “Dream Jones” and not “Real Jones”, but the only Jones there ever really was – her Jones.

Her soulmate.

“Yes,” he moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Yes, god, Adele, you ... you and I ... we were meant to happen. This had to happen.”

She couldn't have argued with him even if she'd wanted to; his climax was giving a jump start to her waning one. Her one orgasm that had turned into two now became multiple, and she would've been worried about her heart stopping, but then she remembered he owned it, and he'd never let anything happen to it.

When he stopped shuddering and she stopped shaking, Jones collapsed on top of her. Adele didn't care about his weight crushing her – she was still floating in a distant galaxy, somewhere full of endorphins and bliss. They both just laid there and panted for a while, until Jones finally cleared his throat.

“Well,” he said, his voice muffled because his face was buried against her neck. “That wasn't so bad.”

“What!?” she exclaimed, her voice full of laughter.

“Jesus, I can't feel my legs.”

“I can't feel my entire body.”

“I'm pretty sure my heart stopped.”

“Mine left the building.”

“I think I saw god,” he one upped her, and she laughed again.

“Possibly,” she agreed. “I will now be expecting regular trips to heaven, thank you.”

“Is that what sex is supposed to feel like? I've been doing it wrong all these years,” he chuckled, and finally slid off her so he could lay at her side. She turned her head towards him.

“Just doing it with the wrong people,” she informed him. His eyes were closed, but he gave her a lazy smile.

“I didn't believe in soulmates,” he sighed.

“How about now?”

His hand blindly reached out, seeking her own. When she'd linked their fingers together, he brought them both to his chest and pressed the back of her hand against his heart.

“Now ...” he sighed. “Now, I'm in this moment, right now. With you. Just be in it with me.”

She smiled big and snuggled closer to him.

“You've said that to me before,” she whispered, leaning in a little to rub the tip of her nose across his. He opened his eyes.

“I bet I did,” he said, and there wasn't even a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Jones,” she whispered, and his gaze dropped to her lips.

“I think I missed hearing you call me that,” he whispered back.

“Can I say it now?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Will you believe it now?”

“Yes.”

“I love you,” she breathed, and she suddenly felt terrified. She said those three words hundreds of times, maybe even thousands, but never had it felt more real. Never had it been more serious. There was no going back. It was out there in the universe now.

She felt his finger against her lips, tracing lightly along their edges. When she parted them, the pad of his finger moved onto her full bottom lip, pressing down slightly.

“I know you do,” he finally replied, his hand moving around to cup the back of her neck. “And I think you always have.”

“So you really believe me?” she double checked, her eyes searching his face. He gently pulled her close and gave her a soft kiss.

“I do,” he assured her, sliding his hand down her back and forcing her flush with his chest.

“About everything?” she kept pressing. “You believe the dream?”

His fingers were grazing over the swell of her breasts now, then drifted down the side of her arm. He kissed her again, slowly this time, and she almost told him to forget the question – they could get into the existential stuff later, after they'd had sex at least a million more times. But then he pulled away.