“Holy crap…this feels…amazing, but I’m not…” she exhaled as she began to lift her weight.

“Going to…” she gasped as she lowered herself down my glistening cock.

“Last,” she sighed.

“Me neither,” I said as I reached up and grasped her waist in my hands.

I had a plan, but I wanted to kiss her. As I tossed my head rearward, I thrust myself up slowly, pushing myself as deeply into her as her body would allow. As my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and leaned forward, collapsing onto my chest.

“Kiss me,” I said as she began to slowly work her hips back and forth, working against the center portion of my cock like a woman possessed.

I had a few inches left that were seeing little action.

As our lips met, I kissed her passionately, my hands still resting against her waist. As she became lost in the kiss, I bit into her lower lip and unleashed my inner sexual beast. Now working my hips up and down as rapidly as I was able, I thrust my cock in and out of her without mercy.

I eagerly watched my entire length disappear into her wet pussy repeatedly. Her gasps of joyous pain and sheer pleasure into my mouth fueled me to further continue the pace of my attack. As I pounded my hips up against her thighs and ass, my cock fought for space in her tight but willing hole.

As I continued to watch in amazement, our lips finally parted and she rested her head against my shoulder.

“Your pussy is tiny,” I said between breaths.

“Well, your cock is huge,” she breathed against my shoulder.

I felt her pussy beginning to contract. I continued my pace and pressed my hands upward against her shoulders, lifting her chest from mine slightly. As her breasts bounced from my repeated punishment of her pussy, I leaned forward and began to squeeze and suck each one, alternating between them after a few seconds focus on each. Working her nipples between my upper row of teeth and tongue, she immediately began to moan and her eyes widened, exposing bright blue orbs filled with pleasure. With my cock feeling as if it were going to burst into flames, she began to groan and collapsed onto my chest.

Now in full blown climax, her pussy squeezed my cock like a vise. Two more strokes and I was done, my joy exploding into the confines of the condom. As I reached climax, she groaned into my shoulder, biting me repeatedly as she did.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

“You…” she said as she lifted her head.

“Feel…”

“Incredible…”

“I love you,” she breathed.

I wasn’t certain how I would respond if she ever directly told me she loved me. As odd as it seemed, and as strange as the entire circumstance felt, I responded from well within my heart. In some respects, I believe I knew long before we made love how I felt, but now, after the night we had together, and what we shared - some form each side of the spectrum of feelings - I knew my response was heartfelt.

I studied her as she gazed beyond me and toward the wall. Rain was so much more than what could be described as beautiful. Beautiful women typically caused men to do or say stupid shit, or ask them on a date when they didn’t even know anything about them. Rain was the type of woman who would cause a man to separate himself from family and friends for fear of losing one moment with her, rob a bank just to buy her a dozen roses, or even commit murder. Rain was so much more than even a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Rain was just, well, Rain. She clearly defined beauty, and every other beautiful woman on this earth was merely trying to mimic her.

“I love you too,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her.

“I’m so glad you decided to love me,” she said under her breath.

I narrowed my gaze and cocked my head to the side, “Decide to love you? I didn’t decide.”

Her face immediately filled with wonder, “What do you mean?”

“Love happens. We don’t choose love, love chooses us. When the time comes, love taps us on the shoulder. I think as long as we’re not too preoccupied to feel the touch, love simply happens.”

“Interesting concept,” she grinned.

After a moment of staring intently at her face, and thinking about my feelings, I grinned.

“The three most valid points in our life are when we’re born, when we die, and when we fall in love. We don’t get to choose when we’re born, nor do we get to choose when we die. I don’t believe we get to choose when it is our heart decides to open up for another person, either. I certainly didn’t. If life were a book, being born would be the beginning, dying is without a doubt the ending, and falling in love the climax,” I said as I reached for the hair which had begun to obstruct her eyes.

I lifted the shiny strands high and released them onto her ear, allowing it to hold them from falling onto her face. As I became lost in her simple beauty, her lips parted slightly and she spoke softly in response.

“I don’t think falling is love is the climax. I think falling in love is everything in between,” she breathed.

Everything in between.

The thought of feeling the way I felt, and having the feeling remain until the last chapter of my life was heartwarming.

“I want that,” I said without consciously making the decision to speak.

“What?”

I reached for her chin and tilted her head to face me. As our eyes met, I smiled, “The everything in between.”

RAIN

“I just can’t imagine loving two people at the same time. To think for one minute a person could come along and make me feel the way I feel about you now, and that I could also feel the same way about her, all the while loving you, is…well, it’s confusing,” Cade said.

“Does this bother you? The fact I love you both?” I asked.

Cade studied his coffee cup for a moment and then glanced up, “No, it doesn’t bother me, but it’s difficult to understand.”

I gazed at him for a long time. He didn’t seem sad or worried. Maybe he was truly confused. He appeared to be happy, and hadn’t done or said anything to lead me to believe otherwise. The thought of upsetting him began to make me feel terrible. I tapped my finger on the table to get his attention, and as he glanced up, spoke from my heart.

“It’s difficult for me to understand as well. But I can’t question it, because I feel it. I think being in an unconventional relationship and having it work out simply means you’ve opened your eyes wide enough to see beyond all of the obstacles everyone else sees as impossibilities,” I said.

“I like that,” he responded with a smile.

“Me too,” I sighed.

“I was thinking this morning. I think love resembles a flower,” he said in a matter of fact tone.

“A flower?” I asked curiously.

He sat clutching his coffee cup in his hands, and smiled.

He held his index finger to his lips as if remembering a specific flower from his past. “A really beautiful flower; say, a Calla Lily for instance,” he breathed.

I widened my eyes slightly, needing to hear more. “So how is love like a beautiful flower?” I asked.

His response caused me to melt into my seat.

“As soon as we’re able to identify it as being what it is - as soon as it buds - we recognize it as potentially being beautiful, and we wait for it to blossom. Eventually, when it blooms, the clear definition of unparalleled beauty captures us and demands our attention,” he paused and lowered his coffee cup to the table.

“We then continue to admire the beauty it brings for as long as it exists,” he said in a soft voice filled with emotion.

“Cade, that was beautiful,” I said as I stood from my stood.

I walked around the edge of the table and hugged him. After quickly surveying the coffee shop, he kissed me softly and continued to hug me for a moment. As he released me from his arms, I grinned at the thought of his kind words, and returned to my seat.