Relativity by Lauren Dodd

have to pull him off them before I come. He leads me around the bed to the table where I remember him keeping the condoms the other night. He bends down and takes one out then rips open the package. I take it from him and place the condom on the head of his cock. I was always so embarrassed by this part with Drew but with Knox it just makes me hotter. I carefully roll the condom over his shaft as he moans.
    “I’ve never been like this with anyone else,” he pants breathlessly, sliding my panties down my legs.
    His comment makes my heart pound faster in my chest even though I know comments like that are dangerous. I want to tell him that he is the only thing I can think about anymore, the only thing that seems to matter, but that would give him too much power so I keep it about the sex.
    “I want you, Knox,” I tell him, lying down on the bed, touching myself where I want him to be. His eyes widen as he straddles me. He reaches down and pulls the two fingers I have inside myself out and starts to suck on them. I buck, needing him inside me. He leans down and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue while expertly sliding himself inside me.
    I moan at the sweet pleasure, feeling whole again. I grind myself against him while cupping his ass in my hands. Neither of us want this to end but we are too worked up to last very long. A few more strokes and I feel my toes start to curl as the first tremors of my orgasm start to make their way up my body.
    “Come for me, baby,” he whispers as the orgasm reaches my core. An explosion goes off behind my closed eyes as the aftershocks continue to squeeze him.
    “Jesus, Ripley,” he moans as he can’t hold back anymore. His body shudders and collapses on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him, never wanting to let go. I must have been crazy thinking I could just come here and be with him again then just walk away.
     
    ******
     
    “Can I ask you a question?” I say, my head laying on Knox’s chest. I’m too embarrassed to look him in the eye when I ask him this.
    “Anything,” he murmurs, his hands gently messaging my scalp.
    I take a deep breath, mustering my courage. Candlelight flickers off the walls from the lone jar candle Knox has lit on his bedside table. It must not be even eleven in the morning but the impending storm makes it look like ten at night. Somehow the darkness makes it harder to feel guilty about what we just did, again . It makes me never want to leave this bed and the safeness of Knox’s arms.
    “Were you going to ask me something?” he nudges, my mind drifting.
    “Right,” I say, jerked back into the present. “Our sex, is it, normal?”
    “No, it most definitely isn’t normal,” he chuckles and suddenly I’m in a worse predicament than before I asked the question.
    I don’t have much sexual experience other than Drew, and a guy I hooked up with on our family vacation last year, which sounds really slutty but he was actually a family friend, so technically, we’d known each other for years. Sex with Drew, the whole four times we had it, was perfunctory and business-like. Sex with Gage felt better but was over really quick. I just kind of thought that was how it would always be so the two times I’ve been with Knox have blown my mind and I’m wondering if that is why I feel so attracted to him. I mean, maybe we have absolutely nothing in common and I just want him for sex. Knowing our connection is purely physical would somehow make me feel better.
    Knox pulls me on top of him so that the length of my naked body is covering his. My chin rests on his chest but I’m still having trouble making eye contact. Knox has been with so many women and I’m sure he’s had plenty of really great sex.
    “You know I meant that in a good way, right?” he asks, using his thumb to turn my chin up to meet his eyes. I shrug my shoulders. “Listen, Rip. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been with a lot of girls, but I’ve never experienced