While I do all of this, Aspen is pulling my hair so hard I’m scared he’s going to pull some out, but I don’t back down. I also notice his eyes looking struck like he’s fallen and gone back to heaven. I knew he would love this move and I’m glad I saved it just for him.
“Jesus Genevieve, I’m about to come,” he said through grinded teeth, but I don’t let him.
I stand up gracefully and straddle him on the bed. I don’t want his cum anywhere but inside me. I want him to be mine. I go up and down bouncing on his dick until he can’t take anymore.
“Fuck. Snowflake,” he spits out. He pulls on my hair and I scream out a moan. He pulls harder and I think it’s to hear me make that noise again so I obliged.
“Aspen, you feel so fucking good. Come inside me, I want to feel all of you,” I tell him. I’m working on the sexy talk. It will get better.
“I love you, Genevieve,” Aspen says.
“I love you too, Aspen,” I reply.
The butterflies and the excitement of it all is what made me know that I’m absolutely, positively in love with him.
Right after I finish my thought he jerks into my cunt and lets everything out inside me. Everything feels all warm and cozy because at the same time, I come too. I come all over his dick while he cums in my cunt. Cuming at the same time as my partner has to be an all time high. I want to do that again.
34
Aspen
I wake up too early, but I don’t even care. The golden light spilling through the curtains is soft, warm like honey. The world outside is still, blanketed in snow and silence, and for once the peace outside mirrors the quiet inside my chest, no storm of anxiety. No chaos of thoughts, just stillness. Genevieve seems to be up already. She must be in the bathroom.
The sheets might be from Walmart, the mattress definitely secondhand, but right now it feels like I’m waking up in a five-star hotel suite. Last night wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just heat or tension or getting lost in her skin. It was love, real, terrifying, beautiful, love, and we both said it, out loud.
Genevieve Brown told me she loves me. I’ve replayed it in my head a thousand times since.
I’m not sure what I did to deserve that moment, or her, but I know one thing for sure. I can’t screw this up.
I sit there for a while, soaking in the aftermath of everything. The bed is warm where she was, her scent still clinging to the pillow, sweet and soft like vanilla and something uniquely her. I run a hand through my hair, trying to clear my head, but it’s no use. I’m completely gone for her.
She’s supposed to leave tomorrow. Derek’s coming back and the guest apartment will go back to being his. It’ll be like she was never here, like this never happened. The thought of her leaving feels like getting kicked in the chest.
At least we will have one last night together tonight where I will take her over to our local bar and show her a few more things around town.
I don’t want normal anymore. I want her. I want coffee mugs on the counter and two toothbrushes by the sink. I want to wake up to her hair in my face and fall asleep with her heartbeat under my hand.
But I can’t ask her to stay. We’ve barely known each other for two weeks. What if I scare her off?
Still, I can’t stop wishing.
I finally peel myself out of bed and wander into the living room. The bathroom door is cracked open and dark inside. Empty. I rub my eyes and glance around, confused for a second before I spot her through the window.
She’s outside, wrapped in a blanket on the balcony, cradling a mug of something warm. Her hair’s pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands falling loose around her face. She’s barefoot, her knees tucked up on the chair, and she’s gazing out at the mountains like she’s memorizing every curve of the peaks.
I shrug on my coat and slide open the glass door. The cold hits me like a wall, biting at my skin and stealing my breath for a second.
“Good morning, Snowflake,” I say, my voice still thick with sleep. “How’d you sleep?” I give her a soft kiss on the lips.
She turns to look at me, her eyes soft and a little glassy. “Good morning. I slept great, how about you?”
“Same,” I say, stepping closer, “you okay?”
She hesitates then nods. “Yeah. Just wanted to breathe it all in one last time. I’m going to miss this when I leave.”
There it is again, that gut punch and I swallow it down.
“I get that,” I say quietly.
