I was so in love with her. Not that I hadn’t loved her for years now, but for the first time it felt, almost light, like I wanted to laugh at everything we had been through. Before the train, when we were together, our relationship was this ephemeral thing that I desperately took every piece of joy I could from, to hold onto them, her, as long as possible. Since we got properly together there’s been this, tension, but now, for this moment, it felt inevitable that we would be in love, that she would love me, that I would be enough for her.
John promised us he didn’t mind, that as a “happily married man” he understood, but I think even Anne was a little embarrassed about how we lost ourselves in each other. I guess in a way it was high praise for his work.
I had to take advantage of the romantic moment, of really, truely, with every part of me, wanting to fuck Anne. With the wings I would be at what, three, four times a day. I fucking hated it, I had to be too much for Anne, how could she want this to be her life. During the ride back home I kept telling myself that she loves me, and I love her, so I should love myself. Truth was I was terrified. I couldn’t keep anything from her so she would find out if I held back, was in pain for her sake. She would kill me. Never mind that I wanted to see Victoria again some day, and I could never face her if I gave up. I wished this was easier, that I didn’t have to try so hard to convince myself, that like every other fucking person I could just want to avoid being in pain without it being a gods damn fight all the fucking time.
When we got back to our room Anne tried to hug me but I stopped her.
“Bed.” I tried to sound commanding.
Anne laughed, “Oh, so I wasn’t imagining it.”
She started taking off her clothes.
“What?” I asked.
“A certain,” she made sure I was watching her eyes before slowly looking down my body, “tension, you have.”
“Please, I’m not even hard yet.”
“Love, you have an entire body you know, you can’t hide from me.”
Of course.
“I thought I said bed.”
“Sorry.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she turned around and walked towards the bed, showing off her ass as much as possible, tail flicking back and forth playfully. I rolled my eyes at her and took my clothes off.
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It only took me a few seconds to get undressed but Anne was already fingering herself. She was laying face down, ass up. It would be funny if it wasn’t so damn hot.
“Someone’s excited.” I said, teasing her.
She moaned in response and spread herself for me. I almost laughed, it was too much, but it worked. I walked over to her, put my hand on her back, held my breath, reminded myself she wanted this, and fucked her.
She relaxed into it, me, the fucking, whatever. I couldn’t see her face, it was in a pillow, so I worried for a moment but thankfully she started purring. I focused on the sound as much as I could, treasuring the first time she did it during sex. I slowed down, trying to last longer, make the moment that started when I saw her in that dress last longer. Slow thrusts to feel every bit of her, still wasn’t gentle though, I knew she wouldn’t like that. She started doing the cutest little moans every time I pushed into her and it unravelled me. I couldn’t remember feeling an orgasm so completely through my entire body. I think Anne came with me, but I couldn’t tell. I was a little fucked up after that, almost felt like I was high.
We were both a mess when it finally finished and I could pull out. She turned and looked at me and was so beautiful I just laughed uncontrollably.
“What?” Anne asked, smiling.
Took me a while to collect myself enough to answer. “I don’t know, it was so good, and, fuck, apparently that’s what happens to me.”
I hugged her and kissed her everywhere I could, between her ears, her forehead, cheeks, lips, neck.
“Fuck, Anne, what did you do? I feel so good.”
She smiled and shrugged, but she wasn’t looking at me, not really, she was only looking at my body. I gave myself a few strokes to stay hard, and her excitement when I did made it clear she wanted more. She wouldn’t ask, so I sat on the bed, propping myself up with pillows best I could to keep pressure off my wings. Anne sat still, watching.
“I didn’t say we were done. Ride me.” My legs and, well, most of me wasn’t able to move enough for anything else. Anne didn’t care though, she jumped on me and gave me a quick kiss.
“Thank you.” Probably wasn’t right for her to be thanking me for this, but it was cute.
I lay back and closed my eyes, copying Anne, trying to relax. It felt nice but the longer it went on the less I felt and the more I thought about her, especially after feeling her come. It didn’t take much for her to finish me off with her hands. I didn’t need it but it was probably good for me.
I slid over, out of the wet spot, and Anne cuddled up against me.
“I’m sorry,” what for, why did she sound sad, “we had such a romantic moment, and I thought we could have a romantic dinner, see a play or something. I don’t know what is wrong with me, I wanted you to fuck me like that, the way you looked at me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
I couldn’t have this conversation. I still felt, off, high, something, and my heart hurt hearing her talk like that.
I kissed her, “No no no no you’re perfect. I know what, I know, I know you love me. It was perfect, you’re perfect. I love you.”
I pulled her as tight against me as I could and didn't let her say anything else.