Page 104 of Let the Light Shine Through

Above Gia’s flushed face, the stars come into focus, reminding me of not only Gia herself and how otherworldly she is, but also about the fireflies she pointed out.

I see Gia, but she also sees me—the real me, not just what the public saw—which is something I haven’t felt since I lost my best friend, someone that knew everything about me and loved me anyway. And that’s what Gia confessed. That she understands not only who I was but also who I am.

Wait, does Gia love me though?

She lost someone she loved more than anything and wouldn’t wish the same fate on her worst enemy, let alone someone she…I mean, maybe. Maybe she loves me and that’s why she’s tried so hard to scare me off.

“Roz.”

Hearing my name fall from her lips brings me back, and I pick up the tempo, fucking her with my tongue.

I slip a hand up behind her, using the cum still on my fingers to lube up and down her crack in time with her hips rolling.

“Oh my gawd,” Gia gasps on a tremor, her rhythm stuttering between shakes.

She never slept with the same person twice, but that’s because she hadn’t met me yet.

Like I told Rowdy, I got Gia now.

One last rotation over my tongue followed by a possessive growl sends Gia over the edge, and in this moment, she is the sun. Hot, dangerous, and so beautiful it hurts.

Her leg gives out, so I guide her down my body, shedding her hoodie and shirt in the process. Thankfully she didn’t bother with a bra or else that’d be coming off, too.

“The cowboy wants a cowgirl,” she says lazily, smirking down at me with her arms crossed over my shoulders.

“Reverse,” I tell her with matching slaps to her ass cheeks that press her on to my cock. “Turn around, baby.”

“You got a condom on you?”

I reach over, grabbing one out from under the sleeping bag we’re on, and hold it up for her inspection.

“Flame Bower,” she tsks, shaking her head.

Helping her to turn around, I get my shorts down one-handed, kicking them the rest of the way off.

Okay, yeah, maybe it was a little cocky stuffing condoms back here. This part, though, the part where I show Gia what she means to me, that’s just confidence. Confidence in the way I feel, in the way we feel—together.

I roll the condom down over my already leaking cock, keeping my gaze on Gia’s as she looks back at me once she’s firmly situated on my lap with her knees tucked between my thighs.

Before she can lower any farther, I catch her with an arm, pulling her in close to my chest to inhale deeply.

“Close your eyes.”

“Are you gonna make me fly again?”

“Hopefully.” No pressure.

I lean back just a bit and lift Gia to line her pussy up with my cock, watching inch by inch disappear into her opening as she eases her way down my shaft.

“Fuck,” we say in unison once I’m fully buried. With her legs pressed together instead of on the outside of my thighs, it’s a deep, tight fit, and I swear to God, I could come right now. Holy shit.

Keeping that same position, it’s all I can do to watch through heavy lids as Gia takes over, rising up with her hands braced on my upper thighs, then sliding back down in a maddeningly slow pace. Her spine is ramrod straight with her hair piled on top of her head in a bun and it’s all a little too…nice. Gia’s not nice. She’s a fucking masterpiece. A messy, chaotic, rare piece of art that makes you feel.

I untie her bun and grab hold of the loose strands, arching her neck back so her face is to the sky. She hisses at the pain, but quickens her pace like I knew she would, moaning my name like a chant. The combination of pain and pleasure is what gets her. A girl in search of constant balance, Gia can’t have one without the other, and I’m happy to give her both. Always.

My other hand goes around to her front to rub her clit.

“Are your eyes still closed?”