Fuck.
She’s kissed me before, but not like this.
Not like someone who loves me back.
Not like someone who’smine.
I lean into her, mouth at her ear. “Tell me again.”
She pulls back enough to meet my eyes.
“I love you, Ace.”
I’m gone.
Totally and completely.
And fuck, I want it to be more than this. More than frantic touches on my couch. I want to remember everything. I want to feel everything. I want to fucking worship her.
I stand, lifting her with me, and she wraps her legs around my waist like it’s second nature. I carry her down the hall to my room. I kick the door shut with my foot, and she’s already pulling at my shirt and letterman, fumbling with the hems, laughing when they gets stuck over my head.
Once both are gone, I guide her to the bed, laying her down gently. I remove her wig and her heels, kissing her feet as I do. Her shirt and bra are next, and her pants and lacy underwear come off shortly after that.
I have to pause to catch my breath. Naked Julia is inconceivable. Undeniable.Fucking perfect.
My heart pounds so hard inside my chest it might as well be a playlist—the soundtrack of our love.
Julia is beautiful in the way that you feel to your damn bones. She’s beautiful in the way that makes me wonder if I’m going to die of a heart attack before I reach twenty fucking years old. She’s beautiful in the way that I know with absolute certainty, years and years later, the vision of her like this will be so ingrained in my fucking brain it’ll probably have to form a new goddamn lobe to remember any other shit.
“I love you,” I tell her. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.”
“I love you too,” she says and moves to kneel on the bed before me. With quick hands, she removes the rest of my clothes until I’m completely naked. My cock juts out like it’s willing to disconnect itself from my fucking body to be closer to her.
I crawl onto the bed, urging her to lie back again, and start kissing every inch of her. Her feet, her legs, her upper thighs, her belly, her breasts, her arms—my lips and tongue and mouth touch every part of her skin.
My kisses are greedy and desperate, but they’re reverent too.
I memorize her body, her panting breaths, and her little moans and sighs.
“Ace.”She reaches out to pull me toward her until my body hovers over hers. Until my chest brushes against her breasts and the tip of my hard cock can feel how wet she is between her thighs.
“I need you.” She looks up at me, her hand on my jaw, eyes so full of emotion it nearly levels me.
“I’ve always fucking needed you, Julia,” I tell her, my voice a little hoarse. “You should’ve been my first.”
Her eyes soften. “You should’ve been my first, too.”
“You should’ve been my first everything.” I brush my lips against hers. “But now, you’re something better.”
She searches my eyes.
“You’re my last,” I say quietly, stroking my thumb across her cheek, “You’re my always. You’re my forever.”
“You’re mine too.” Her eyes glisten. “Let me feel you,” she whispers. “All of you. Inside me.”
Every piece of us, together. Every piece of us forever.
Friday, November 7th
