70. Skyler

She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and licks her lips. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

Magic fucking words.

My shirt goes over my head and by the time I’ve tossed it across the room, she’s pulled her sweater off. She’s wearing a black triangle sports bra and sweatpants. My fingers hook over the waist of her sweats, and I yank them down her legs.

She looks so beautiful perched there on the edge of the bed. There’s no game plan and maybe that’s me playing with fire, but I just know that kissing her felt like relief. I’m so thankful she didn’t push me away. I don’t have the space to worry about what comes next.

She works at the button on my jeans, and I stand over her, swaying on my feet as she tugs impatiently at my waistband. My fingers trail through her hair as she works the zipper, drags my jeans down. And then I’m half-dragging, half chasing her up the bed. Her head flops back against the pillow, dark hair spilling around her like a halo. She reaches up and links her hands behind my neck.

I kiss her slowly, forcefully.

It’s not a gentle touch, but a possessive one.

I use my tongue to form all the words I have no right to say.

To impart my frustration and my desire and my desperation.

She arches underneath me. Tiny whimpers sound in her throat. Each moan is a shot of adrenaline into my already charged system.

I need to plan ahead before there’s no turning back. Pushing upright, I turn to the side. She grabs my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I left my bag in the hall.”

She pulls hard on my wrist. “Now’s not the time for a costume change.”

“Condoms.”

Her legs tangle up in mine, winding me closer. “You packed condoms? Rather confident of you.”

I grin, letting her pull me down on top of her. “I was feeling optimistic.”

Her finger draws a line down my jaw. “Do we need it? Nothing’s changed since the last time.”

I tilt my head. “You haven’t slept with anyone else?”

She gently takes my glasses off and sets them on the nightstand. “No.”

That word fills me with relief. My head drops into the crook of her neck and I kiss the soft skin there.

She weaves her fingers into my hair and tugs. “What about you, Romeo?”

“It’s only you.”

Her thighs draw up alongside my hips, dragging her pubic bone up my shaft.

I tilt my hips, positioning the tip against her center.

Two layers of thin fabric separate us, but I press forward, groaning at the slight entrance I’m given, the way her wetness is soaking through the cotton fabric.

I bend my head, kissing my way across her soft breasts.

I suck on her nipple through her bra and she lifts her chest up, demanding more.

My teeth capture her nipple, gently biting at it until it’s a hard peak beneath my lips.

Then I drag the fabric aside, boosting up her already full tits and take her soft flesh into my mouth.

Her skin tastes soft and sweet and just a little salty.

She’s got one hand buried in my hair, the other kneads at my neck.

I slip my hand between us, underneath her panties.

My middle finger follows the curve of her body, dipping into her wet folds.

Her hips buck under my touch and her hand curves over mine, encouraging me to add a finger.

My palm hits her clit and my fingers curl against her inner wall.

I can feel her body tensing up underneath mine. I know her well enough now to know when she’s close. This is an intimacy I could never have imagined I’d earn, but I would guard it jealously.

Just as she’s getting close, I pull my hand away. “I want you to come on my cock.”

She nods, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

I yank my boxers off as she shimmies out of her panties.

Hand following the curve of her waist, I force her sports bra up over her head.

I don’t want a scrap of fabric between us.

The little snake tattoo on her ribcage catches my eye and I lean forward, pressing my lips to it.

Nudging her thighs apart, I scoop her into my arms and thrust inside.

She’s tight, but wet, and my cock sinks halfway.

I pause, letting her adjust to my size.

She’s got both arms wrapped tight around my chest, pressing me as close as she can get.

I try to memorize the way she feels.

Her heart beats against mine, soft body conforming to mine like we’re two halves of the same moon.

Her pussy wraps around my shaft, tight, but not so tight that I’m afraid I’m hurting her. Goldilocks. Perfect.

She starts to rock her hips, little micro-thrusts along my shaft. My lips find her neck again and I start to fuck her, lost to the way her movements mirror mine.

I kiss her neck, nipping and licking at her soft skin.

I don’t care if I mark her.

I want to mark her.

Skyler was here.

He never left.

She is the peak of happiness and the source of despair.