I thrust two into my core, moaning because it makes me so fucking full, and he wrenches down his zipper, whipping away his shirttails and boxers to unleash his cock and stroking it with a vigor.
“Taste,” he demands, zeroing in on my fingers.
That arrives like a longing plea from fifteen feet across the room, and I can’t understand why he’s maintaining his position, but I’m too heady to address it.
Doing as I was told, I raise my fingers to my mouth and clean them while he growls, “Fucking divine.”
“Heaven,” I agree, which seems to please him as I plunge back into my entrance, my eyes latched on his in a way that melts the space and time and twisted fate between us. “Almost as good as when you’re mixed in there.”
“That’s right, baby girl. Better together.” He watches intently for a few beats before extending more encouragement. “Warm your pussy up for me. You’re so goddamn mouthwatering, Rena. So sexy. And fucking mine.Mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper, venturing back to my clit, circling faster and faster while delirious purrs pour out of me. Black spots mar my vision, my head lolls backward, my muscles seize up, and my limbs quake as I fly into ecstasy. “Oh fuck, Ty.”
“So beautiful when you come. Jesus, I needed to see that, to hear those glorious sounds,” he grits out as I shake and droop and bask in satiated euphoria. “Now, crawl to me. I’m about to go fucking mad if I don’t taste you, sink inside you, and consume every goddamn part of you very soon.”
I’m half dizzy, stars flashing before my eyes, so it takes a second to get my bearings.
He rolls back the round throw rug between us, confusing me, but I assume he wants me trekking across the hard floor, so I don’t inquire. I slink to my hands and knees, inching slowly toward him as he keeps lazily stroking his cock, and my hand lands on a paper.
Glancing down, I discover a Post-it Note. In fact, there’s a trail of three Post-it Notes. As I peel the one from beneath my hand off the wood floor, a smile blossoms on my face.
You were my light, my home, my hope before I ever claimed you. The fortress of every dream I’d ever longed for.
XO,
The guy who pierced his cock in honor of the girl he was obsessed with
My head snaps up. “Is that true?”
“Yeah.” He scrunches his eyebrows. “I’d never tell you something that wasn’t. I noticed you had your nipples pierced at Tom’s funeral. So, when we moved to New Orleans, I got it pierced. We were so close to you, but I felt farther away than ever. Somehow, it helped.”
My breath shudders out. I’m not sure why that does me in. Maybe it’s the use of the Post-it Notes—the device I chose to say the things he wouldn’t let me voice. Or perhaps it’s simply the revelation that his pining was as all-encompassing for him as it was for me. But either way, I’m a mess.
“Don’t fall apart on me yet.” He puffs out a small chuckle. “C’mon.”
Crawling a little farther, I reach for the next one.
There’s a reason I’ve never fixed the hole in the bathroom wall from the night you disappeared on me.
XO,
Your sentimental husband who can’t bear to erase anything that connects him to you (I’ve got a piece of the plaster in my wallet.)
That one is swoonworthy sweet, but also makes me laugh, so I eagerly move to the last while the dildo in my ass keeps vibrating, working me up again.
Freedom isn’t nothing left to lose or blueberry fields and rain. It’s you, Little Moon. You are my freedom.
XO,
The man who will spend every heartbeat trying to be yours
“You already are,” I tell him.
A slight frown curls his lips. “We’ll see,” he utters as he moves his foot, alerting me to one more note.
Bonus.
Deciding to tackle whatever doubt he’s casting upon us later, I crawl to his feet and snatch the final Post-it.
