My sheets are soaked with sweat and I can barely think straight.
Alyssa moves on top of me like she’s trying to break me in half. Her blonde hair whips around her face as she throws her head back, making these sounds that are half pleasure, half hysteria.
“God, Caleb, yes, yes, YES!”
She’s completely lost it. Every inhibition she might have had during dinner, during our weird domestic theater performance, it’s all gone now. She bounces with this manic energy that makes my vision blur, her nails digging into my chest hard enough to leave marks.
I try to match her rhythm, but she’s operating on a frequency I can’t reach. Pure chaos. She leans down to bite my shoulder, then throws herself back again, laughing breathlessly like we’re on some roller coaster instead of tangled up in my shitty apartment bed.
“We’re so perfect for each other,” she gasps between movements, her green eyes wild and unfocused.
The way she moves is almost violent in its intensity. Like she’s trying to consume me whole, to merge us into one person through sheer force of will. Her thighs clamp around my hips so tight I can barely breathe, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care.
“More,” she demands, even though I’m already giving her everything I have. “I want all of you.”
She suddenly crashes down against me, seizing my face with both hands. Her mouth finds mine in this desperate, crushing kiss that tastes like salt and desperation. When she pulls back, her eyes are bright with tears I didn’t see coming.
“I love being your wife,” she whispers against my lips, voice cracking on the words.
The way she says it sends ice through my veins. She means it. Every syllable carries this absolute conviction that makes heart race.
Her thumbs press into my cheekbones, holding my face like I might disappear if she lets go. “I love being your wife, Caleb. I love it so much,” she repeats.
Then something shifts in her expression. The tenderness melts away, replaced by something hungry and unhinged. She starts moving again, harder this time, her breathing turning into these sharp little gasps that sound almost painful.
“You feel so good,” she pants, her grip on my face tightening. “So fucking good inside me.”
She’s completely lost, operating on pure instinct. Her movements become erratic, violent, like she’s trying to crawl inside my skin. The bed frame slams against the wall with each thrust, and she doesn’t seem to care if the neighbors hear.
A groan rips from my throat, raw and involuntary. The sound seems to drive her even wilder, and she cups my face in both hands, staring down at me with those blazing green eyes.
“Yeah? You like my pussy, right Adam?”
The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. My eyes snap open wide, every muscle in my body going rigid. The name echoes in my head, bouncing around like a ricocheting bullet.
She stops moving completely, her own eyes gaping with panic as she realizes what just slipped out. We stare at each other in absolute silence, the only sound our ragged breathing.
Then the tears start flowing down her face like a dam burst.
“Oh god, oh GOD!” she sobs, her hands still gripping my face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t mean to say that name, Caleb, please, I’m so fucking sorry!”
The apologies pour out of her in a torrent, her voice breaking on every word. But even as she’s sobbing, even as she’s begging forgiveness, her hips start moving again. Slamming down on me with desperate, frantic intensity.
“Please don’t leave me,” she gasps between thrusts, tears streaming down her cheeks onto mine. “Please, Caleb, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, don’t leave me, don’t leave me!”
She’s completely unraveling, apologizing and fucking me at the same time like she can somehow take back what she said through sheer physical desperation. Her movements are wild, uncontrolled, like she’s trying to fuck the mistake right out of existence.
“I didn’t mean it!” she wails, her voice cracking. “I love YOU, Caleb, only you, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry!”
She’s sobbing so hard she can barely breathe, but she won’t stop moving.
“Please,” she whispers, leaning down to press her forehead against mine. “Please forgive me. I’ll never say that name again, I promise, I swear on my life, just please don’t leave me.”
I’m so lost in everything that I just reach up and touch her tear-streaked face. The words come out without thinking.
“It’s fine. I don’t care.”
A grunt escapes my throat as she keeps moving, the sensation overwhelming everything else. My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, unable to process the emotional wreckage and physical intensity happening at the same time.
“Alyssa,” I breathe out, my voice strained. “I’m really close.”
She immediately nuzzles her face against mine, her wet cheeks pressing against my skin. The desperate sobbing quiets to soft whimpers as she feels me trembling beneath her.
“Cum inside me, Caleb,” she whispers against my ear, her voice raw from crying.
I let out a short laugh, the sound coming out breathless and unsteady. “That feels like a really bad idea.”
She pulls back just enough to look at me, her green eyes still glassy with tears.
“Come on,” she says, rolling her hips in a way that makes my vision blur. “Don’t you want one more reason to live?”
I laugh again, softer this time, as I start meeting her thrusts. She doesn’t know it, but I’m a master at self-sabotage. This is exactly the kind of monumentally stupid decision I specialize in making.
I grab her hips and thrust up into her. The taste of salt from her tears mixes with everything else as I moan against her mouth, feeling myself start to come apart completely. The sensation builds and crashes over me as I empty myself deep inside her, my body moving on pure instinct.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, feeling every pulse as I spill into her. Her eyes go wide with shock, like she expected me to pull away at the last second, like she thought she’d have to pin me down and force it. But then that surprise melts away.
Her face goes slack, eyes rolling back as her body starts trembling around me. The sensation of me finishing inside her seems to trigger something primal, and she lets out this sound that’s half scream, half sob of pure ecstasy.
“Oh FUCK, CALEB!”
Her voice cracks as she throws her head back, her whole body convulsing. She clamps down on me so hard it’s almost painful, her nails raking down my chest as wave after wave hits her. The tears are still streaming down her face, but now they’re mixed with this delirious joy.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she screams, loud enough that the neighbors definitely know what we’re doing. “I can feel you inside me, I can feel all of you!”
She collapses against my chest, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. Her hair sticks to my skin, damp with sweat, and I can feel her heart hammering against my ribs.
Exhaustion hits me like a freight train. My whole body feels like it’s been wrung out and left to dry. I wrap my arm around her as she shifts, finding a spot even closer against me where she can press her face into my neck.
“I’m sorry, Caleb,” she whispers against my skin, her voice small and broken. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
The apology hangs in the air between us, but I’m too drained to process what it means. This mystery girl is something else.
“It’s really fine.”
Her breathing starts to even out, warm puffs against my throat. The weight of her body on mine is oddly comforting, like a heavy blanket that’s keeping all the broken pieces of me from scattering across the room.