Holding her up by her jaw with one hand, I grip her hip with the other to keep our rhythm, to keep her in this moment where we become one. I’m chasing right after her, my balls tightening and the pleasure rattling at the base of my spine, traveling up and throughout my body as I release myself inside her.
Lightning flashes through the apartment as I fill her, giving me a full view of what we do to one another. Blackness and fire fill my vision, and pleasure consumes me the way she does. She’s fucking burning for me and I love it.
I’ve spent months leading us up to these moments I’ve onlyever imagined, and it’s finally fucking here. I finally have my girl.
Spilling into her, I empty myself entirely, giving everything I have to her. I always have, and I always will.
I let go of my grip on her, letting her fall to my chest, where her head nestles in the crook of my neck. Bringing my nose and lips to her hair, I take in her coconut and vanilla scent.
We both try our best to calm our labored breaths, our hearts and breathing falling in sync, the sheen of sweat prevalent on our skin. I caress her back, tracing fingers along her spine, admiring her and the fact this is real.
We haven’t even gotten out of bed. The past few hours have been spent with me inside her or curled together in a tangle of limbs as we watched the storm.
I own her now just as much as she owns me, if my fucking cum spilling out of her isn’t her reminder enough. She assured me that she’s protected with an IUD and that pregnancy isn’t possible. Either way, I don’t care, we’d cross whatever bridge that came our way.
I trace her stomach, imagining it filled with my baby, growing day by day with a part of her and a part of me. I’d be lying if I said the idea of her with a pregnant belly, with my child, didn’t turn me the fuck on.
I would do it with you, Sunny.
Lifting her head up, she looks at me with hazy eyes and a drunken smile. She continues to trace my face, my lips, the bridge of my nose, the arches of my eyebrows.Memorize me, Sunny.
I finally see my future and it’s with her. I’ll do anything to make that a possibility for us.
Before I know it, she’s asleep across my chest. Despite my weary eyes, I don’t want to sleep.Not yet. I want to continue living in this moment, watching her, tracing her face as her eyes flutter during a dream.
I lay on my back with an arm behind my head and my girl on my chest while I look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling I bought for her months ago. I smile at the memory of putting them up with her, talking for hours about everything and anything.
As a child, I had glow-in-the-dark stars in my bedroom, and I continued that trend as an adult. Every night when I was going to bed, I’d pick a star and wish on it, since I couldn’t see many in the city.
A smile rises to my lips, because one of my wishes has finally come true. She’s right here, curled into me sleeping soundly.
With a snore too loud to belong to her, she rolls over, pressing her face into the pillow. The loss of her is brutal. I reach for her, needing contact, her skin on my skin. I bite my fist, suppressing a laugh at the sounds coming from her.
Watching her sleep, I continue tracing her face and her back. A faint little smile whispers on her lips in response.That’s my girl.She even recognizes my touch in her dreams.
“Stay with me,” I whisper. I press my lips to her forehead and pull the blanket higher onto her so she won’t get cold.
I reach over to get my phone because I have to tie up some loose ends. Once I finish up my typing, I place it on her night stand and roll over, curling an arm around her and pulling her back to my chest.
“Rest easy, baby. This is only the beginning.” I kiss her lips.
Closing my eyes, I let sleep take me away.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
SUNNY
The morning sunpeers through the curtains that cover my ceiling to floor windows in my apartment. It’s warmth kissing my skin, urging me to open my eyes. The first thing I realize is the loss of Tyler from my bed. The second is that he is standing in my kitchen, in his boxers, cooking.
He is making me breakfast.
He turns around, hearing my rustling. As he approaches, my heart races faster. He leans against one of the pillars in my studio and crosses his arms over his chest with a wide grin. He looks more rested, more at peace than I’ve ever seen him.
I smile.I did that.
I stretch my sore body with a yawn. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” He looks at me, and something is different in his eyes now.Don‘t look at me like that, Tyler. I’ll love you more than I already do.“You know…” He makes his way to my bed, “I had big plans to wake you up in my own ways.”
