This is sweaty, possessive, angry, but fuck,it’s so good.
I can feel the orgasm kindling. A fucking inferno ready to be raged inside me. My moans turn to screams as the fire engulfs inside my body. Roaring from my core and coursing through my veins, seizing me entirely.
Together, his groans and my moans become one in the air around us. He doesn’t stop as he continues wildly in me, prolonging the already consuming pleasure that devastatingly holds me captive.
“There it is. Don’t stop, Sunny. Keep going. Fucking ignite,” he demands. His hand slams against the wall behind my head as some primal sound erupts from him.
I can’t tell if this is one grand prolonged orgasm or a series of multiple ones. All I know is I’m consumed.
“Fuck, Sunny, fuck!” he yells. Both hands slam against the wall on either side of my head. His body tenses and seizes as his dick pulses inside me, filling me up and making me whole all at once.
We’re both panting heavily as we come down from the flames. Our foreheads press together and our eyes meet when we realize what we’ve done.
He hooks my hair behind my ear and out of my face while his eyes search my face for an answer to the question that lingers between us.
What does this mean?
He cradles my face and brings his lips to mine. This kiss is gentle unlike the chaos that just unfolded between us. Unlike the raging inferno we created, this is a small flame, creating an aura of peace rather than a fire ready to consume the world.
He thumbs the lips he just ever so gently kissed, savoring this moment. Because just as quickly and frantically as it came, it’ll leave, too.
Because we absolutely cannot do it again.
TYLER
I watch as the steam from the shower trails from the bathroom, wondering how I somehow convinced her to stay. To shower and sleep off our argument and discuss everything tomorrow with clear minds.
She didn’t seem sure, but at least she hasn’t left.
Yet.
Just as I think everything is okay, that we somehow made up through closet sex and words that have been waiting to be said, I hear small sobs come from her in the bathroom.
My own heart fucking cracks in my chest, bearing itself to the world if it means it’ll take her pain.
I did this to her.I am the reason behind those tears. It doesn’t matter how much I tried to explain my reasoning to her. She still sees it as a betrayal. And I don’t fucking blame her.
Bringing my face to my hands, I sit on the edge of our bed. I hurt her when I told myself I’d do anything to protect her. But I couldn’t protect her fromme.
I glance over at the pile of clothes and belongings of hers that sits in the corner of our room. She was going to stay. Or at least consider it. But then she saw my best kept secret. Her whole life reduced down to paper and computer screens.
I won’t apologize for doing what I’m doing. I sure as hell will spend the rest of my time trying to make it up to her. She has a few days left. A few days for me to rally up my lawyers and do this the way she wants to do it.
The shower shuts off and my heart pummels in my chest. We didn’t say anything after our moment in the closet. It was fast, it was heated, it was what I thought was making up. But something tells me it might’ve been something different to her.
After a few grueling minutes, she steps out of the bathroom wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She towels her wet, wild hair.
We stare at one another for a beat, both still not knowing what to do next. We’ve never really fought. Not like this, at least.
It somehow feels like the end, even though we both desperately don’t want it to be.
I stand and step into her, cradling her face and brushing her wet hair back. “Can we just take the night to let our emotions calm down and talk about everything tomorrow with clear minds?”
Her gaze is elsewhere, but then her eyes flick up to me and she nods.
“Okay.” I feel my chest decompress just a little bit.
It’s a step. A baby one, but a step, nonetheless. If there’s anything I learned about Sunny over these last few months is I need to give her room for that and take what she gives me. Then give it back to her double. Patience has become my new best friend as I’ve navigated these last few months with her.
