Page 50 of Holding On

But this was so different.

I thought simultaneous orgasm was only in the movies.

I run a fingernail down Travis’s spine, and he shudders one more time. My sex relaxes and his cock begins to recede, but we lie together for a long time.

I’m trying to understand what I’m feeling in this small moment, and then Travis says it.

“Thank you, Maya.”

I’m grateful. “No, Travis, thank you. That was so giving. You were so giving.” I feel a tear slip down my face, hot. He straightens up, still inside me, and rubs it away with a thumb.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. I can’t admit to lying to other men.

I kiss him. “I’ve never come like that,” I say.

He kisses both my eyelids and then pulls back and watches my face carefully as he speaks. “That’s a first for me. So sorry if it was too fast.”

For a moment, I’m so confused. “What?”

Shifting inside me, he brushes something from my hair and cups my head between his hands. Then he presses his cock against my folds again, shifts his hips, and smiles.

“You’re my first, Maya.”

My first.

For a moment, I don’t believe him. But Travis doesn’t lie. That’s the best thing about him. His grin fades when he sees my eyes filling with tears, and then I pull his head down and I kiss him, all of him, as deeply as I can. It’s as if I’ve found my purpose in life.