I’m halfway towards tipping over the edge of my first climax when she pulls me up. I’m so surprised I think I squeak. Another fantastic thing about my girlfriend: she’s spontaneous. I never know what she’s going to do next. My head is still trying to figure out what’s going on when I’m pulled down to her lap. She’s sitting up, leaning against my headboard. My legs straddle her and my hands go straight to her neck. Scratching her scalp, I dive in for another kiss. I want every part of my body touching hers. One strong hand runs up and down my back. The other snakes between my legs.
“Ride my fingers,” she pants into my mouth.
Bracing my thighs, I wait for her to position her hand at my entrance before I bear down onto them. There is no resistance, which isn’t surprising. I’m unbelievably wet for her. She sets a slow yet punishing pace. I love this position because Eden holds me in her arms. I get to look down into her grey eyes as I take what I need. Eden loves it, too. She’s got a couple of favorite positions, and this is in the top two, for sure.
Holding me close as I shudder through one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever given me, Eden kisses my neck and I feel the tears coming. I knew I’d get emotional, but I thought I’d at least manage to get through the first hour before it happened.
My head drops to her neck and I sob. I’m going to miss her so fucking much.
Eden
My jaw aches as I clench it. I’m desperate not to fall apart as Sloane cries on me. I knew it would be hard, but I really underestimated just how tough it was going to be. We still have hours together, but it’s like time is on fucking fast forward. Summer sped by, and I got nowhere near enough of her to see me through the next few months.
That’s how long it will be until we see each other in person again. Our calendars are synced and we know exactly when we’ll call and video chat. Obviously shit will change when we get our class schedules, but at least we have some sort of plan.
I intend to spend my road trip to California on the phone with her. We’ve got hands free and unlimited call time. We’ll walk each other around our apartments via video as soon as we’ve unpacked. I have every intention of sending her flowers as often as I can afford, because I want her to know I’m always thinking about her.
Wewillbeat the odds. We have to. I might be eighteen and at the beginning of my life or whatever, but I know my mind, and I definitely know my heart. It has a giant S tattooed across it. Our story is only just starting.
“Sorry,” she murmurs against my neck.
Stroking her head, I wait until she’s ready to sit up and look at me. I hate it when she cries, but I know she needs to get it out. Her new meds have made her moods a little unpredictable, but she’s on the right path. I’m just pleased she’s opening up to me and not bottling her feelings away.
Shifting her head, she leans our foreheads together. I wipe her face and hold her in place as we watch each other. I could never forget a single detail of Sloane Bishop, but I’ll continue to take my time looking at her until I have to leave.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“You.”
Normally I wouldn’t agree to sex when she is this upset, but it’s different today. I’m just as anxious and sad asshe is, and the only thing that will make me feel even a tiny bit better is being close to her in the most intimate way.
We spend the next few hours touching, kissing, and bringing each other to climax. My body is knackered, if I’m honest, but if Sloane wants more, I’ll rally.
“Oh my god, Eden. I think I’m dead,” she sputters. Her breath is short and fast. Mine too. That last round was a freakin’ marathon.
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t think I can go again.”
I don’t think I cantalk, let alone do anything physical. My body is a lead weight and I can feel sleep trying to pull me under. That’s not an option, though. I have something I want to do that requires leaving this bed, and if I don’t do it now, I’ll be unconscious.
Groaning like an old lady, I sit up and shuffle to the end of the bed. My back, legs, and arms protest as I stand. Sloane rolls her head to the side and looks at me questioningly. I can’t reply because I’m too busy looking at her naked body. God damn, she’s gorgeous.
“Babe, why are you out of bed?”
Right. Focus!
“I need you to come and shower with me. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She looks seconds away from protesting, but I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers. She latches on and lets me pull her up.
We take a shower and get dressed. I tell her to wear something light. We’re going for a hike. We’ve only got a few hours until we’re expected to have dinner with her folks, so we need to get a wriggle on.
Our destination is the lookout Sloane took me to when we first started out. The one I almost died getting to because of the slight hill. Back then I refused to call it a hill, insisting it was a bloody mountain. Now I have some stamina I see how pathetic I was, and it makes me roll my eyes at myself for ever being so whiny.
