“I’m…Oh,Beck!” She cries out, her body arching up into mine. We’re both so close, I can feel it. I just need a little more.
“I know, baby, just a little more, can you do that for me?” I whisper, letting go of her hair and cupping her cheek. I kiss her nose, and rest our foreheads together. “Can you give me just a little bit more, baby?” I ask, slowing down, aiming for slower, deeper thrusts.
“Yes,” she moans, her eyes holding mine.
It doesn’t take long. A few thrusts and she falls first. A couple of moments later, I’m tumbling into the abyss right behind her.
I collapse against her. I don’t mean to crush her, but her arms won’t let me roll off of her, so I don’t. I stay buried inside her, until I’m done pulsing and she’s done clenching. Even then, I don’t pull out. Not until we are both able to catch our breath.
“God, you are so fucking amazing,” I whisper, gently pulling out of her. She lets out a soft whimper as I kiss her temple in apology.
I look at her, her eyes closed as she slowly breathes through her nose and out her mouth.
“You ok?” I ask, brushing some hair out of her face, and she nods. “Good,” I whisper, kissing her forehead, before rolling onto my back, taking the condom off, tying a knot in it, and tossing it into my bag to throw away later.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, pulling her on top of me, draping her perfect body over mine. She wiggles for a second to get comfortable before I pull the blanket over our bodies and hold her tight. Our legs tangle together, her head rests on my shoulder, and my arms wrap tightly around her.
“No, you,” she mumbles, and I let out a huff of laughter.
“Both of us?”
“Yeah, both of us,” She agrees, snuggling in. My fingers trace patterns over her arms and her back. It only takes a few minutes for her body to go slack against me and for her to be all the way asleep.
“Goodnight, baby,” I whisper, kissing her head.
It takes me a few minutes longer, but I close my eyes, and eventually, sleep does come.
27
SLOANE
“Ithink I want a tattoo,” I say as we lounge on the couch. My head is in his lap as he pretends like he’s paying attention to the news. Let’s be honest, no oneactuallywatches the news.
His fingers play with my hair as I scroll through Loop on my phone.
“Oh yeah, what of?” he asks, twirling one of the brown locks around his finger.
“Little mountains or something cute.”
“Littlemountains, huh?” he asks. I nod and sit up, grabbing his right arm, pushing up the sleeve so I can see the ones that he has.
“Did this one hurt?” I ask, poking the one on his upper shoulder.
“I don’t remember,” he says, scrunching his eyebrows softly as if in thought.
“How come?” I pout, tracing the dark ink with my pointer finger.
“Because it’s older than you are.”
“Oh, that’shot,” I say, biting my bottom lip and climbing into his lap, my legs on either side of his hips as I straddle him.
“You think so, huh?”
I nod. “What about this one?” I ask, pointing to the bird that sits between his shoulder and neck. One wing barely sticking out of the collar of his tee.
He shrugs. “I got most of them before joining the military, except this one and this one,” He says. I pout again.
“Well, that’s no help. How am I supposed to know if I can handle the pain if you can’t even rate them on a scale?”
