Nic knew their relationship wasn’t necessarily conventional, but he knew he loved her. It was a love that had shifted when she’d pushed him away, becoming more about caring for her through her depression, but the romantic love was still there, waiting and hoping. He could feel it growing between them again as they reconnected, a rebuilding of trust that had never completely disappeared, along with a desire for more. More than they had, more of each other, and more of the incredible pleasure they felt when they came together. When Lem began to move with him, Nic slowly began to speed up, kissing her while he still could, before he became too breathless to manage it. He knew how quickly that desire to chase his orgasm could come upon him, but he wanted to make it last just a little longer, at least until she was there with him.
They’d tried all sorts of positions in the course of their relationship, both of them fairly adventurous and even playful in bed when they were in the right mood, and while missionary wasn’t usually her favorite, Lem thought it was perfect at the moment. She loved having his body so close to hers, loved being covered with him and his smell and the warmth of his skin, and the way she could feel the muscles in his core working. Her sounds increased as Nic’s pacing did, and before too long she was chasing that pleasure herself. Lem’s eyes had closed and her movements got more desperate the closer she got, little cries escaping her with every exhale. Lem wasn’t worried about dragging it out longer, she knew they had all day to do this if they wanted, and it felt too fucking good to deny herself. Soon enough she was peaking, her small body arching under Nic’s as she clenched and throbbed around him.
Maybe someday he’d have his own place and they could have sex wherever they wanted, in whatever position they wanted to, and it would be all kinds of good fun, but today, lazying about in his bed, was perfect. All that really mattered to him at the moment was being close to Lem and sharing in their pleasure. He could feel it in every thrust of his hips, the way ecstasy radiated between them, a bubble growing bigger and bigger until it would inevitably pop. Nic could feel it swelling up inside him, egged on by the way Lem moved beneath him, the noises she made escalating, until he knew he’d passed the point of no return. His hips snapped against Lem as her body began to arch and tremble, need finally taking over until he reached climax only seconds after she began to clench around him. Nic didn’t believe there was such a thing as perfect sex, it was always messy on some level, but as he groaned and came inside her and his mind flitted towards nothingness, he thought that this was perfect, for today, for them.