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His fingers work my pussy, teasing my entrance and running circles where I feel it most. My eyes roll to that back of my head and his sexy chuckle sends vibrations down my spine. He lowers his head to the crook of my neck and kisses me gently beneath my ear. He keeps playing with me as I chase the orgasm I can feel building in my core.
“Lift your sweatshirt for me, Hollis.” Every fucking time he says my name I feel dizzy. He doesn’t say it in a normal way. When he says my name, he says it with confidence, with possession, with interest. It’s deep and demanding, a promise of more.
I do what he says but I’m drowning in the way his fingers push into my pussy that it’s a messy job, only pulling it over one of my breasts.
I gasp at the sudden breeze caressing my nipple, but it’s immediately replaced with the warmth of Jaxon’s mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I cry out as he pumps his fingers into me.
I close my eyes again, feeling way too fucking overwhelmed with how good this feels. He sucks on my nipple and fingers me with so much perfection, carefulness, and finesse. It almost feels unreal.
But I know I’m so close to coming and my body gives a little quiver when his fingers turn up and curl to the spot he knows will break me apart.
His mouth leaves my breast, and he leans back up to my face, his nose grazes my cheek and I feel goose bumps take over my body.
“Look up,” he whispers in my ear.
I open my eyes to see the almost-full moon hidden behind a gathering of looming clouds.
The sky is dark midnight, colored in shades of allure, in a haunting and enchanting way.
He pushes into me a little further. My back presses against the asphalt shingles on the roof as my body tenses.
“I want you to see what I see when you come all over my fingers, Little Moon.” He licks the lobe of my ear, pumping and curling. He reaches his thumb up to my clit and the fireworks go off from there.
I stare up at the moon as he makes me come. I try to suppress my moans but it’s too much. I let out a cry as I chant his name. Wave after wave crashes over me and he quiets me by trapping my mouth against his.
He takes the last of my whimpers and my legs shake a few more times before he pulls his hand away and my body relaxes.
“I will never get tired of watching you come like that, Hollis,” he praises me as I lay there helpless and sated.
He lowers my sweatshirt back down and helps me to sit up.
Jax brushes my hair out of my face and studies me for a moment. But my face feels hot and red, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.
“I am so sorry for everything, Holli. I really hope you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. And I promise that I will never leave you ever again.” His fingers caress my cheek and his thumb traces my lip.
“I’m sorry, too,” I simply tell him.
Jax pulls me in under his arm as we both look up at the moon. This is what he sees when looks at me.
“Why?” I ask him. “Why the moon?” I’m hoping he’ll finally let me have his little secret so that I can understand why he calls me what he does.
“For the first year, I didn’t know what had gone wrong. I was missing you like crazy. I know you used to sit up here and watch the sky go by. I know your favorite was watching the moon change shape every night. Whenever I missed you the most, I’d look up at the night sky and find the moon. I had hoped that you were looking at it too, it made me feel a little closer to you even though I felt as though I was losing you.” A tear escapes my eye.
“That’s literally the cutest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tell him, and he leans in to kiss my forehead.
“I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me.” His words push their way through my ears, traveling down until they settle in my heart.
I close my eyes for a second to imagine what life would be like if we didn’t have problems to solve or obstacles to face.
It would be fucking boring. I know that. It might be a little easier, but it would suck to have no depth or danger or feelings or life. It would be lame and tiring. Heartbreak and pain and healing moments like this are what makes the world go round, what makes the heart beat a little faster and the adrenaline pump a little harder. It’s what makes having feelings so empowering and rewarding, knowing that emotions are driven by love and anger and sadness. It means that we have souls. Which makes identifying soulmates that much easier because when you find someone that you can go through shit with—good, bad, ugly, funny, absolutely enrapturing, infuriating, whatever—then it makes navigating life a little easier than it did before.
“Soulmate,” I say, and he looks at me slightly confused at my sudden thought.
“What?” He chuckles.
“The answer to your question earlier.What am I now?You’re my soulmate, Jaxon. You always have been.”
