“I want to be your girl.” It’s a whisper, an almost silent breath feathered over my lips. The answer to a silent prayer coming straight from the lips of an angel.
“You are my girl.” I pull her lips to mine and kiss the salt from her tears from them. “You were always meant to be my girl.”
She pulls my face closer to her, gripping the back of my hair like she’s scared I’ll pull away, worried I’m going to disappear like a mirage. How doesn’t she know that I’d never willingly leave her?
I back her up, guiding her down the hall and toward my room. Her back bumps up against the doorframe as I push it open, her lips clinging to mine. There’s a hunger in her touch that isn’t usually there. An intensity that feels like a hurricane in my chest. She’s grabbing on to my clothes, sinking her fingers into my skin like she’s trying to take a piece of me with her.Trying to save a piece of me for later.
Her hands push up my stomach, sliding my shirt with them and I break from her lips to pull it over my head and arms. She’s on me the second it’s out of the way, tongue demanding to taste all of me. Her frantic moves are cutting through the hazy pleasure, building an anxiety in my chest I don’t understand.
I help her out of her tee and feel her bra fall at our feet. Her skin is hot on mine, her hands burning over my skin as she molds them to me. She drops back onto the bed and I bend with her, lips never leaving even as I yank the leggings over her dirty feet. She scoots backward and I let her lips fall from mine, keeping her back with a hand on her chin. She tries to push my hand off, but I don’t let her. I’m trying to search her eyes for what she’s not saying. She forgets I always see her.
“Why does this feel like a goodbye?” It’s asked as I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest, caught on the glistening of her eyes.
She swallows before she answers, her beautiful face trying to hide her true colors from me. She must see that she can’t. “Let’s pretend it doesn’t.”
I want to ask her what she means. Ask her what she’s planning to do, but I don’t. There’s a reason she’s not telling me and if she deserves anything right now, it’s being able to keep her own secrets. So, I pull a script from her own book and cover the fear in my heart with papier-mâché, pretending it doesn’t feel like she’s about to leave me just like she asks me to do.
I let her pull me back to her. Let her kick off my joggers with her feet. She breaks from my lips to trail them down my neck, landing to press a kiss directly over my heart. Holding myself up with one arm I grab the back of her head, kissing the top while holding her to me. I roll us so she’s spread on top of me, her face inches above mine as she falls forward. Her hair spread around her, wild and full of waves, blocking out the rest of the room.
She sits back, pulling her hair with her, and I watch as she trails her fingers over my ribs, feel the pads bump over the healing skin. She brings her eyes back to mine, keeping them there as she kisses the biggest of the marks, moving to kiss every single one. A soft brush of her lips that sinks down into every one of my pores. She goes to move lower, but I tug her to me, wanting to feel those lips on mine.
She smells like baby soap, only a hint of her usual coconut hidden in the scent and for some reason it tugs at my heart, a reminder of where she’s been the last few hours and why she was there.
Reaching between us, she wraps her warm hand around my dick and I groan against her mouth. I stop her before she goes further, rolling her on to her back so I can watch her face. Leaning over her, I grab her thighs in my hands, wrapping them around my waist as I push into her. My eyes never leave her face, watching the way her lips part, the way her brows pinch together. She’s my sweet, beautiful girl.
I drop to a forearm by her head, face falling to kiss the crook of her neck. I lick the sweat from her skin as her back arches into me. Her moon necklace is shining, catching the light from the window and my eyes are drawn to it, swinging back and forth with our movement. It makes me happy to know she’s still wearing it, that she’s still my moon even after everything.
I know she’s getting close to her orgasm, her sounds echoing in my ear as she wraps her legs tighter around my waist. I grab one of her thighs, hiking it farther up my back, hitting a deeper angle. She explodes seconds later, her back bending off the sheets, pushing her nipples up and in my face.
I wait for her to ride out her orgasm before I sit back, grabbing her tits in my hands to press together. I’m watching them bounce, thrusting faster and harder than before. It’ll always be my favorite part of sex with her, watching her sink after her high, letting me fuck her however I want. She reaches for me, pulling me down by the nape of my neck and I come at the press of her lips, pinching my fingers into her flesh as I thrust a few more times.
I roll with her onto my side, keeping her entwined with me. Her breathing is as choppy as mine, her wild hair sticking
