Page 64 of Walk the Line

“You’re smoother on the ice, faster, you control the puck better,” I explain. “So many things, but you probably already know this seeing as you’re clearly more self aware than I am. I think it’s mad impressive how you just came out of nowhere and made your presence clear everywhere you went. I’m sorry again for treating you like you were invisible on the ice, because you could never be invisible to me. To anyone.” She looks down at that, and I want to punch the me of the past for doing that to her. But maybe my words will continue to show my growth since then. “All I do is watch you, whether you’re getting the puck in the net or flinging demands at me in the bedroom, I’m watching you doing it all and I’m loving every second of it. I know you so well on the ice and off the ice, but I don’t know you in between that and I fucking hate that for me,” I admit, pushing through my own discomfort behind talking about my feelings. “I’m not good with people for the most part, but I’ve studied you so well that by now, I know how to work with you so you know that I’m on your team. I’m on Team Kaylah. For example, it hurts you to talk about what happened at your old University, so we don’t have to talk about it. Not until you’re ready.” I notice the slight hitch in her breath as she takes in what I say. “But instead, we can talk about why you sometimes make apple crumble but then you eat all the apples first, leaving just the crumble. Why do you do that, seriously? I’m so curious to know.” Her instant sheepish smile makes me smile. “I just want to take what you’re willing to give because I enjoy you, I enjoy your company and I enjoy knowing that there’s so much more to learn about you. Sex with you is phenomenal, the best I’ve honestly ever had, and I’m honoured that you trust me with your body, but I long for you to trust me in every other way possible as well.” I take a deep breath before letting out my final words of a speech I didn’t even know I had in me. “Please at least give me the chance to show you how much I mean this.”

She moves her gaze down to her lap as soon as I’m done.

I watch as she plays with her fingers for what feels like a lifetime.

I might not know what she’s thinking but at least she’s not kicking me out. I’ll take the wins where I can.

Preparing myself to wait here for as long as I need to, I cherish the moment she lifts her head up and our eyes instantly meet.

Then, with a look of pure seriousness, she asks, “Do you like apple crumble?”

Going along with it, I say, “I like the crumble, not the apples.”

“Then I think you should come with me to the kitchen right now,” she says as she stands up and pulls me out of the room with her.

I’m not much of a baker, no matter how many times my mum has forced me to bake with her. But when I have the choice between to mix flour in a bowl with other ingredients and lying in my bed while the stench of the opportunity to spend time with Kaylah creeps into my room, I know which one I’m picking.

And so she prepares the apples while I mix together the other ingredients, a session which feels a lot like we’re a couple. The old me would have hated it but I lap it all up, and don’t stop at any point, not even when Kaylah claims that her flicking flour over me is an accident. I “accidentally” get some on her too, and then we’re in a full on battle to see who can get the most flour on who, something I would have laughed at in the past for the utmost corniness of it.

But here I am.

“Okay, so you wanna know the big secret about why I have all the apples first?” she says once we’re done cleaning and the dessert is freshly ready.

“It’s been keeping me up at night.”

“Well, then you’ve earned it. So the big secret is…I really just loved how the apples taste when they’re baked, and I can’t stop myself from eating them.”

“No way.”

She responds to my sarcasm with a raised brow. “I know, I know, who would have thought the answer would be such a shocker, right? But seriously, I go into every baking session with the mindset that I won’t butcher the dessert by having the apples, but then I have just one as a treat, and…”

“You’re a monster.”

“I am, I’m ashamed of myself. But look, taste it,” I open my mouth to receive the apple slice she’s holding towards me, but when she slides it in I’m more focused on sucking her fingers. Clearly she is too, why is why it takes her a long time to take her fingers back and replace the pleasurable expression on her face.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with the crumble.” I say when my mouth is finally free.

“Then I guess I’ll stick with the apples.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

She smirks at me, while digging into a slice of the crumble with a spoon. It’s a sight that gets a quick grin out of me, because why the fuck won’t she use the bowl I grabbed for us, that I offered to dish our pieces out in? I open myself to say something of the sort, but Kaylah’s next words come first, immediately grabbing my attention. “Wow, this tastes better than any crumble I’ve ever made. Congratulations, you’ve found something you’re better than me at.”

I don’t argue with her and instead respond with my idea that springs to mind. “What do I get as a present? This is a big moment.”

“You can do whatever you want to me right now.”

There’s hunger in her eyes as she says it.

“Whatever I want right now? Any no go zones?” I s

She doesn’t waste time saying, “Not a single one.”

I don’t think about anything else as I crouch down and pick Kaylah up in one quick swoop, her head almost touching the ceiling so I remain in my slightly hunched position now as I head over to the downstairs bathroom. I’m straight in the shower after shoving off both of our clothes, with Kaylah’s watchful eyes pushing me to go faster.

But that’s not a problem, so with her hands on my shoulders and her body practically levitating in the air, I reach for her pussy that’s right in front of mr with my mouth. I’m not wasting any second swiping my tongue all through her pussy and spending extra time on her clit, her sweetness fuelling me to go faster.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Kaylah repeats as she bounces on me, my grip on her firm. I continue fucking her pussy with my mouth, humming along the way and lifting my head up to watch her lose control as the vibrations hit her where it matters. It’s not long before she’s crying out while her pleasure reaches its peak.