I feel wetness cascading down my cheeks, and I pull back just enough to see that my girl is crying. My heart aches as I pull her to me, my nose touching hers.
“I’m so sorry, Snow.” I kiss her lips.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” I shift to kiss the corner of her mouth.
“I’m sorry I tried to run like a coward.” My lips trail along her jaw.
“I’m sorry that I let the demons win. Let my mother win.” I pepper nips and kisses in a messy trail down her neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you.” My lips land at the juncture of her throat, and I press a lingering kiss there, savoring the delicate thrum of her pulse just beneath the surface.
She sighs so softly when I allow my hands to trail down her back, then up and under my hoodie. Her skin is warm, and her whole body shivers when my cool hands make contact. She doesn’t pull away, though.
“I love you, Collins,” I declare with certainty, looking into her moonlit jade eyes that are welling with tears. “With all that I am. Endlessly.”
Collins hiccups and arches into me, pressing closer when my hands round her ribcage, settling just beneath the crest of her breasts. “I love you so much it scares me, Riley Benjamin.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, her tears trickling down from her cheeks to mine. “Don’t ever leave me again, please. I—I wouldn’t survive it. Promise me.”
I’ve been such a fucking fool. Pulling away and throwing myself these goddamned pity parties only hurt me in the end. Hurt her. Them. I have a lot of making up to do, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I really am in this with them this time. Wholeheartedly. That I’ll never run again. If they’ll still have me.
“I swear it, Snow.” I rasp, kissing her again. “Will you let me fight for you now, baby?” I ask, but it sounds more like a whimpering, desperate plea.
I need to touch her more. Everywhere. I need to feel her body come alive for me. To know I haven’t pushed her too far away that I can’t bring her back to me.
This feeling coiling deep inside me…it’s longing. It’s desperation for her to feel what I feel. To know just how much I love her. To understand how sorry I am for thinking I could run, or that their lives would’ve been better without me in them.
My hand trails down, dipping just past her navel when I kiss her again. “Please tell me I can touch you, Snow.”
She nods against me, our foreheads rolling together. All it takes is her whispered “Please”, and I’m gone.
My hand dips beneath the soft lace of her panties. Collins’ breath hitches before a sultry, gritty moan passes her lips the moment my fingers brush against her clit. I can’t bite back my own groan when I press lower and find her fucking soaking wet for me.
She writhes in my lap, her hips rocking back and forth, seeking deeper friction with every pass of my fingers against her warm center. My skin is buzzing at the contact, and I feel like my body is vibrating with the rush of adrenaline that Collins injects into my veins every time she allows me to touch her.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I’m drunk on watching the way her hooded eyes threaten to squeeze shut as I sink one, then two fingers inside of her. I hang onto every sound she makes. Mycock grows harder behind my jeans with every delicate, broken whimper that escapes her pouty lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, leaning in to brush my lips along her neck. I can’t resist the urge to nip at her skin, so I do. The resulting moan and the way the walls of her pussy clamp down around my fingers has me seeing stars with how hard my cock is straining to break free.
I can feel her body tightening, coiling up, and ready to snap with an orgasm. I don’t know what possesses me, but I have to taste her. It’s been too long since I’ve touched her like this, and I fear I may die if I don’t have her sweet pussy smothering me in the next ten seconds.
In one swift motion, I’m lying back, my head precariously close to the edge of the rock by the water, and I pull her up until she’s straddling my face.
“Riley? Wha—oh, fuuuuck,” she moans when I use the entire flat of my tongue to lick a slow, languid line up the entirety of her center. My eyes roll back, as the first taste of her hits my tongue and I groan. I leave no part of her perfect pussy untouched. I pay attention to her every reaction. Learning all over again what she loves by the way I kiss, lick, and fuck her with my tongue.
Her hands fly to my hair, gripping the strands so tight I’m sure she’s extracted it from the root when I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. But I don’t care if she plucks every last hair from my head, so long as she keeps shattering so beautifully for me.
“Riley,” she whimpers, leaning back to palm my aching cock. “Baby, I’m gonna?—”
She comes, her chest rising and falling in short, staccato breaths. Her abs contract with every pulse of her orgasm, and when the hand squeezing my cock flexes hard, I see stars. Warmth explodes in my jeans, cum coating the fabric as well asmy thigh, but I don’t care. How could I, when I am the lucky bastard currently devouring his girlfriend over a moonlit lake?
Once her body begins to settle, I give her one last lick, moaning as I savor her heady taste. My face and neck are fucking soaked in her arousal, but I couldn’t care less. I’ll let her make a mess of me every day, five times a day, if it means I get to keep her by my side.
Gently helping her to her feet, I ignore the stickiness of my cum from blowing a load in my fucking pants and pray that I have a spare pair of sweats in the Jeep. I’m not embarrassed that I came so quickly because how could I not when I’ve got the hottest woman touching me like she owns every inch of me? Spoiler alert: I’m not.
Collins surprises me when she wraps her hands around the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Her tongue seeks mine, and I offer it, knowing she’s unbothered by tasting herself on my lips.
Pulling back, I can see just how much lighter she looks. Relief and contentment shine in her eyes, but that hint of hurt and trepidation still lingers deep within her.
“I’m going to earn your forgiveness, Snow.” My girl is too sweet, too forgiving for her own good, and I want to prove to her every single day that she’s it for me. That Creed is it for me. To love them the way they deserve, and that I’ll never run again.
