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My hips notch against her pelvis, and I rest my forearms on either side of her head, putting us nose to nose as I cock my hips back and forth. My rhythm is quick, sharp, our breaths syncing up to the snap of our skin.
“God, you feel so good,” I pant, kissing her temple. “Think you can?—”
“No question there.”
She reaches between us for her clit, but I stop her, pinning both hands above her head—being careful of her wrist brace—and shake my head.
“Nope.Iam responsible for my girl’s orgasms.”
I rub tight little circles over her clit, and she weaves that hand through my hair again, gripping my butt with the other. She digs her nails in, tugs on my hair, tilts her neck so I can kiss her there while my hips snap against hers.
She pants my name against my ear, and I lose my rhythm.
“Anthony.Anthony, I want you to come with me.”
Her walls cinch up like they did the last time and I know she’s close. Pushing up, I grip her cheek and press my lips to hers.
“Say it again.”
“Anthony,come for me.”
And God, do I.
With two more thrusts, I shoot off inside the condom while her grip on me becomes bruising, her pussy tightening like a fist. It’s a shot of white lightning and the breaking of the sky after a storm.
I collapse, from the intensity of letting go, from the weight of the last two years slipping off my body tonight. But she catches me, where I was once afraid she would let me fall flat on my face for how I left things.
When I open my eyes, it’s like I’m back on that beach again. The girl in my arms has an open heart, one that saw my scars and didn’t run. One that took me in, and reminded me that the pattern they made created someone worthy.
I can’t let her go.
“Oh myGod.”
It isn’t said as in,Wow, that was amazing, Ant!,but something more akin to terror. I lift my head and follow her wide gaze across the room.
“What?”
“Elvis Squirrel is staring at us.”
“What?” I chuckle. Sure enough, one of my mom’s weird statues—a squirrel dressed in traditional Elvis garb—is sitting on the dresser, its beady little eyes on us.
“Do you think he enjoyed the show?”
“Anthony Ellis!” she gasps, slapping my chest. I flatten her hand there and hold it, kissing her knuckles before readjusting myself so that I’m not squishing her.
“Guess we’ll have to sleep in my room, then.”
“Excuse you?”
I lift her, cradle her in my arms, and snag the box of condoms off the bedside table as an answer. If I don’t sleep beside her, I’ll have let the greatest opportunity slip through my fingers. And I can’t let her get away this time.
after florida
11:46 PM
Penelope
Heyyyyyyy cutie