Page 66 of Then There Was You
Her breathing is lost to the sound of water raining down on us, her chest rising and falling while her hands are pinned to the cold tile until she drops them to my shoulders and follows through with pressure to keep me there. No way in hell am I going anywhere until she’s coming on my tongue. I lean forward to kiss her before slipping my tongue between her luscious lips. “Oh God.” She releases a jagged breath just as I peer up to catch how the color of her lips has already deepened as they round for me.
I lift her leg and tilt my head to go deeper, my tongue filling her and thrusting as she struggles to stand still. Gliding her back on the wall, she can’t find the leverage she’s seeking to sink down on me. I grab her hips with both hands and fuck her good and proper with my tongue, knowing this gets me closer to the heat of her body’s embrace wrapped around me again.
Her fingers twist through my wet hair, and she tugs while her nails dig into my other shoulder. Anchoring her leg on my shoulder, I lift and lower her onto me several times before teasing her clit. It only takes a nip and flick of my tongue to send her over the finish line.
She pulls at my hair again, my shoulders taking the brunt of her fingertips as they grasp for something to hold on to. Herhead falls forward under heaving breaths, and she opens her eyes. A smile, not showy or for display, glides into place. It’s one I only see when we’re in bed and falling asleep, happiness that can’t be hidden inside even when she dreams.
Rolling her fingers around the hair behind my ears, she asks, “Want to get out?”
I hit the faucet and hand her a towel. I roughly dry myself off, appreciating every inch of her as she slides the towel over her body. Twisting it around her head, she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom with confidence. The Sosie I met has made a full comeback.
She doesn’t hide any part of her body when she climbs onto the bed and invites me to join her with a come-hither motion of her finger. I drop the towel and climb over her, licking the space between her breasts and wedging my knees between her legs. The scrape of her nails over my lower back encourages me to kiss a trail over her chest, along her neck, and higher to nip at her bottom lip before kissing it.
There’s not an ounce of tension in her muscles or hesitation in her eyes. It’s easy to forget that we haven’t been able to do this as much as we’d like. It feels so effortless with her, like we’ll never change or be apart. What plagues us isn’t something to worry about as we find a new path forward.Us against the world.
I rest my elbows above her shoulders and kiss her once and then again, tasting her tongue as ours tangle together. The urgency to see her, to look into her eyes, penetrates my need to stay steady. I pull back and graze the back of my hand over the sweet pink of her cheeks. Desire becomes too much when a slip of a moan and, “Make love to me,” follows as a plea from the tip of her tongue.
A hint of rapture has me pushing into her consuming heat. The release of a sigh relaxes her shoulders against the mattressas if this is what she needed as much as I did. Her arms tighten around me, and her kisses dot my neck. I tuck my arms under her to hold her just as tight, pulling my dick out and pushing with more power each time.
The slick of our bodies has us finding a rhythm together as the vibration between us overcomes all else. The spur of heels to my ass, the exhalations remind me of a symphony leading to the big finale, and the extraordinary sensation when I’m deep inside her. It’s so good. “You feel incredible, babe.” I kiss her head without missing a thrust or pull as I drive into her, seeking relief and pleasure.
But my mind plays tricks on me—the desire for her to reach her peak first, to fight the orgasm that races in my veins faster than it should. It’s her. “I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t,” she whispers with the same burning desire coating her throat. “Please. Please. Please.”
Meeting me thrust for thrust, the ache for more overtakes everything else, and we fuck and love and tangle together right to the cliff that leads to our salvation. The arch of her back leaves her wanton mouth unattended. When I press my lips to hers, it’s all it takes to have her cry my name in her angelic voice. The shift of her body is all it takes to send me over the edge with her.
A pledge.
A promise.
The pleasure.
The pain.
I crash into her as I push to completion, my body betraying me by not sparing a drop of energy when I come and land back in her arms. I can’t move. I don’t want to anyway. I feel too good. She feels even better beneath me.
“Keats,” she says. “You trying to kill me?” She laughs as she pushes me off her.
“Sorry about that.” I roll onto my back, letting my soul return to its rightful place.
With her head on my arm, she rolls toward me and drapes her arm and leg over me to get more comfortable. Kissing my chest, she asks, “Promise me it will always be this good.”
Chuckling, I finally open my eyes and turn to kiss her forehead. “I’ll do my best.”
“I don’t mean the sex.” Propping herself up, she grins. “Well, I do, but I mean us. This. It feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up from it.”
“You’re a dream come true. We don’t have to sleep to find paradise. We found it in each other.”
The response seems to satisfy her as she shifts her head back into place on my arm. Our breathing takes a while to even, but when it does, she whispers, “I wish I had my camera.”
“What happened to it?” The aches from the week begin to sneak back in, but nothing an ibuprofen can’t fix.
“I left it behind in my rush out the door.” She snuggles, shifting to close her eyes. “I thought I wanted to go out, but I’d rather stay home.”
Whether she meant to say it or not, an uncontrollable smile instantly spreads across my face. Home. I’ve found a home in her as well. I don’t call it out because it was said from the heart. She meant it, so I don’t want to tempt her to take it back. “If you had it, what would you take pictures of?” I ask instead.
Her breath has leveled into a deeper stance as if sleep is dragging her under. “You. I don’t have one photo of you.”
