“I’m so fucking proud of you, Sloane. The film was amazing. Cheers!” I say, finishing my toast in the trendy restaurant nearby the premiere. The four of us are celebrating with dinner and drinks, keeping it fairly simple but elegant and classy.
“To Marin and Teddy, for letting me steal bits of their story for mine, and for being amazing human beings,” Sloane adds. “And to my dearest, Carter, you are the love of my life.”
We clink glasses of champagne. I’m so happy.
“Should we tell them now?” Carter says. Sloane nods.
“I’m pregnant! We’re going to be parents!” Sloane giggles and I start bawling immediately. I always knew Sloane would be a mom, but having this reality hit me makes me feel all of the love I have for her at once. I give her the biggest hug and whisper that I’m endlessly proud of her.
I see Carter give Teddy a knowing wink. I look around the table, savoring the moment. These are my people, and we’re all exactly where we want to be. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy.
After dinner, Teddy and I crash back into the hotel room like it’s our first time going home together. It’s as cinematic as the sex in the film – we kick off our shoes, he picks me up and kisses me against the slammed door. Watching the last several years of our lives on the big screen reminded me all over again of why I love him so much. And made me want him. Right now.
“What do you want?” he breathes into my neck as he’s kissing it.
“You, between my legs. Immediately.”
He throws me onto the hotel bed and lifts my dress over my head. Sometimes in the rush of our busy lives these days, we just quickly take off our own clothes and have efficient (yet still lovely) sex. But it’s moments like these when I find myself absolutely throbbing for him. He carefully takes off my underwear, slowly kissing up my legs as he does, until his mouth meets the space between my legs that’s now wet and waiting for him.
I grab the sheets like women do in movies as he pushes his fingers inside. I’m impatient though. I want more, more, more of him. I gently pull his hair so he looks up at me and I whisper, “I want all of you. Now. Please.”
I undo his belt as he takes off his shirt and climbs on top of me. I playfully turn him onto his back so that I can climb on top. Lately I’ve enjoyed being on top. It lets me look directly at him as he luxuriates in the pleasure. I ease myself onto him and work my hips, hearing him moan ever so softly as I begin kissing his neck.
I briefly hop off to grab my vibrator out of my carry-on, and then we resume, both extremely close. I hold the vibrator on my clip as I ride him, hitting the spot deep inside me as we kiss deeper. It’s rare that we come at the same time, but tonight we do, and I collapse onto his chest in a sigh of pleasure. He kisses my forehead. I smile. “Never gets old.”
“Mar, it’s as perfect as the first time, every time with you. You’re a goddess.”
I kiss him and smile. How lucky are we to know a love this pure? How grateful am I to have finally accepted that love can be easy and that we don’t need to run away from it.