Phil felt more than pure pleasure coursing through him. He felt belonging, enjoyment, contentment, bliss. He began to realize Olivia’s scent and how comfortable he felt in her scent, the feeling of her skin and how unique it somehow felt, the familiarity of being inside her specifically. He knew he was feeling something, but it was only in that moment that he realized just what he was feeling. It was almost scary to him. How long had he felt this way? What should he do now? He wasn’t sure. He just knew that this felt good, and right, and that he should continue, not only for his own climax, but for her pleasure too, even if she wasn’t the type to cum.
That said, the universe surprises us with nice little events sometimes – whether they’re indications or coincidences, perhaps we’ll never know. After a few more minutes of passionate yet tender sex, Olivia began to make odd noises, noises Phil had never heard before. Her moans became gasps and she audibly cried out, in a voice Phil had never heard before, “Keep going. This exact pace. Please, Phil, please.”
Phil was all too happy to oblige and continued pushing himself inside her, over and over, feeling himself become closer to her than he had ever felt before. Olivia responded in turn, her gasps becoming more and more urgent, her body tensing up as if the sensations she was feeling were foreign to even herself. At the same time, Phil could feel a familiar building up in his own self, and while he couldn’t find the ability to make words, he grunted in a way Olivia would recognize and hoped it would be enough of an indication that he was getting close to the edge.
He didn’t want to interrupt whatever her body was going through, but Phil knew his own body well enough to know he couldn’t stop what was happening. Even so, he watched her body with dedication and complete fascination, watching her body lose itself to the feelings, with the feelings being more than just pure lust. As if the universe had orchestrated a sign for the duo, all of a sudden Olivia’s body tensed up and she emitted a low, guttural moan at the same time as Phil slammed himself against her and could feel his load building up.
The pair realized what was happening with each other as Phil started to empty himself inside Olivia’s pulsating, clenching walls. Phil had never felt Olivia clench against him like this and realized the impossible had been attained. Not only had Phil made Olivia cum, the two came together, at this specific moment of lovemaking. Phil and Olivia in the moment couldn’t believe their luck, but to anyone observing, it was clear that it wasn’t luck that made them cum together like this.
Phil and Olivia surrendered their bodies to the feeling of enrapturement, washing through them like a warm rush of happiness and belonging. The two were completely enveloped by their lust, but also by the feeling of being around each other. Phil’s arms couldn’t take it and his body collapsed on top of Olivia’s. Olivia uncharacteristically began to stroke his hair and kept encircling her hips, enjoying the feeling of Phil still being inside her even as her orgasm subsided. Eventually Phil lifted his head up enough to look her in the eye, and the two broke out into smiles and started laughing. After sharing a hearty laugh, the two kissed again, and then remained as they were, drinking in the moment.
To them, this moment came suddenly, but the more Phil thought about it, the more he realized this moment had probably been building up for a bit now. Or maybe it hadn’t. Truth be told, he didn’t know his own feelings, and truth be told, he didn’t care much. He didn’t need to know the exact history of what he was feeling to know that what he was feeling now was real. Slowly and gently, he removed himself from being inside her, collapsing beside her. Even in his state of exhaustion, he found his hand snaking its way over to hers and clasping it inside his.
He gently moved his head to face hers, then groaned slightly to get her attention. He wanted to ask if he really made her cum, but he didn’t need to. Instead, he broke out into a smile, and she smiled right back, with no hesitation. As she did, she squeezed his hand in hers. This all was happening so fast, so suddenly, so out of nowhere, and yet… both of them seemed to… like it. It’s like neither of them considered it until now, and yet when they did, the two made so much sense together.
This was it. This is what everything, a year of craziness, a year of heartbreak and unsureness, was leading up to. This was the moment he was going to dive, headfirst, into the rest of his life, a new chapter. “Do you wanna go out on a date sometime?” Phil asked, breaking the silence, enjoying the moment.
Olivia squeezed his hand again and smiled, enjoying him. “Only if you want.”
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Author’s Note: Hello! Hope you all enjoyed this side story. For some reason this took a long time to plan out, write, rewrite and publish, but now it’s finally here. I always wanted to tell Phil’s side of the story, and I hope I did it justice and answered a few questions for those of you who have read my other stories.
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