Page 68 of Run To You
It happens all at once. The pressure, the feeling, the electric, bright flare of orgasm that rips through me, so hot and sharp I lose the ability to make noise. My whole body shudders, legs clamping around her, and the next second I’m crying, tears spilling down my face because it’s too much—too good. Too familiar.
She doesn’t pull away. She just keeps gently taking me and drawing every last ripple from my body until I’m a fucking puddle, limp and wrecked and happier than I’ve ever been.
Eden crawls back up my body slowly. Her arms slide around me, and she presses her face into my neck. I’m crying a little, and she just strokes my hair and kisses my cheek, not saying anything because she doesn’t need to.
Eventually, I come back to myself. I can feel her heartbeat, slow and steady, under my ear. Her hand is rubbing circles on my back. I blink away the tears and laugh, a choked, almost manic sound.
“That was—” I start, but my voice cracks, so I start again. “You’re unreal.”
Shekisses the top of my head. “You taste the same,” she whispers, and the tears come all over again, but this time I’m laughing through them.
“Can we stay like this?” I ask.
“As long as you want.” She peppers small kisses behind my ear. “Forever if you’ll let me.”
I snuggle in, so close our bodies are one sweaty, sticky mess. My whole world is heat and her and the smell of us, and it’s perfect.
We drift in and out of sleep, the city humming outside, her breath always right there anchoring me to the present.
The sun sets as we finish making love for the millionth time. Once we started the floodgates opened, and we both knew we wouldn’t be leaving Eden’s bed anytime soon. I only ventured into the kitchen once about three hours ago to grab whatever snacks I could carry and bottles of water to rehydrate us.
I hear Becca and Bella come home, but Eden is going down on me so I’m a little preoccupied.
Eden looks up at me from between my thighs, mouth glistening, and gives me her signature lopsided grin that makes my heart try to launch itself out of my chest. Once she knows I’m done, she climbs up and collapses on top of me. We’re both sticky and twisted in sweat-damp sheets. I slide my palm up her spine, just to feel the fine shiver that runs down it when I do, and she groans into my neck.
“We’re animals.” I laugh. My voice is still hoarse, every nerve ending blown out.
“Yeah,” she says, sounding very pleased about it. “But we’re really good at it.”
We always were.
She leaves a lazy line of kisses on my jaw, then up to my ear. This move has always made me insane. It’s a little evil of her to remember it and use it now, and it confirms a suspicion I’ve had since I crawled into her bed last night: she’s got no intention of letting me out of this room until I’m nothing but Jell-O.
I flip her over so she’s on her back, then bracket her face gently with my hands. “You want to see who the real animal is?”
Eden’s eyes go wide. “I hope it’s you.”
It is. I mean, I don’t even recognize my own body right now. I’ve never wanted sex like this, not ever, even whenI was a horny teen. I feel insatiable. Eden makes me feel insatiable. We were always fire together, and it’s more than comforting to know it’s still like that between us, even after the time apart and all the mental junk that got between us.She’sstill it, and she always will be.
We kiss for a long time, just lips and hands, soft and almost lazy. But then she lets her hand drift, and it’s on again. Each time is different, but also somehow…gets better! I don’t know how that’s possible, but I’m grateful. At some point, we wrestle for dominance, which is hilarious because I’m still stronger than her. We end up with Eden flat on her back and me pinning her arms above her head. Our hips crushed together, both of us breathing hard.
She looks so alive and so in love that it makes me want to cry again. Instead, I start kissing every inch of her. I start with her neck before slipping down to her shoulders, her collarbone, and then her lightly freckled arms. Down and down I go, making sure not to miss a single spot that used to make her lose her mind. She is gasping and swearing loudly. Obviously she doesn’t care who hears us now!
Her hands are everywhere. She grabs my hips, then my ass, and then my hair. She scratches…hard. I leave red marks with my teeth on her inner thigh, and she laughs at how much I clearly can’t help myself.
Finally, I put my mouth on her. I know exactly how to do it, exactly what she likes, and I do not let up. Eden comes apart instantly—like, immediately—and I’m proud, but not so proud I don’t want to do it again. I keep going until she’s half screaming, half begging, and eventually she pulls me up and kisses me, teeth and tongue, so hard I think my mouth will be bruised.
For some reason, this makes me start laughing, which makes her laugh, and then we’re just tangled together, giggling like idiots, wet and exhausted and so damn happy it makes my bones ache.
We lie in silence for a while, our limbs tied in a knot, just listening. Eventually Eden reaches over to her bedside table and grabs her phone. I’m guessing she wants to check to make sure there are no messages from her gran or Pia.
Instead, her thumb swipes and she holds it up to show me a picture of us from high school. It was just after we started dating, and Eden was less moody about having to exercise. It was only a few years ago, but we look so young. Wewereso young. I had no idea the trials I would face after leaving Holcroft. There’s a weird ache in my chest, but it’s a good one. Because even though the last couple of years have sucked, I still got to experience so much, and for the most part, I had Eden by my side.
“You know what’s weird?” she asks, running her finger around the edge of my ear, pulling me back to the moment.
“What?”
“I think I love you more now than I did then.”
