Her breath fans across my face, short and ragged pants, breaths that undoubtedly match my own across hers.
The weight of need is close to bursting. However, I’m not coming until she’s ready to come with me.
With a pant of air, Cyrus breaths, “I’m so close. Fuck… going to come.”
I let out a growl. “You come with me. Not a moment sooner.”
A whine escapes her, nodding as she agrees. “Tell me you’re close, love. Please. I need–”
Her begging is a direct hit to my nervous system, a gush of warm heat leaks between my thighs, leaving me panting the next command. “Now. Come now.”
Together, we detonate.
Screaming cries and deep moans mingle together, until I don’t know who’s making what sound. My vision blanks as I clamp around her fingers, her pussy tightening around my own fingers.
We cling to one another, out of oxygen and experiencing a high I’ve sorely missed and deeply needed.
Slowly my motor functions come back online, withdrawing my fingers from her slickness and clasping her even closer to me. When she removes her fingers from me, Iwhine.
Because when it comes to Cyrus, I’ll never have enough.
Eventually we descend enough to move– move enough to rest our foreheads together once more. The tip of her nose brushing softly against mine. No words are said but none are needed.
I can feel deep in my bones the adoration she’s pouring into me, as much as there’s a yearning for her to say ‘I love you’ a thousand times over– in this moment Ifeelit deeper than any words.
With our skin pressed together and the water lapping around us, I have no plan on going anywhere.
“It’s stopped raining.” Cyrus mutters low.
I huff a laugh, tracing my lips over hers once more. “I fuckinglove you, dove.”
Her grin is blinding even as she tries to kiss me. “And I love you infinitely more, Tally.”
We share another kiss, slow and steady. More grounding than lustful, but not any less passionate.
Eventually we pull apart and clean ourselves up before laying down on the bank, soaking up the sunshine. We talk as we cuddle together until the sunsets, bathing us in soft moonlight, and our stomachs grumble with the need for food.
Chapter Forty-Six
TALLY
The first of the sun’s rays burn a path through the window, warming the flesh that isn’t wrapped around Cyrus’s still sleeping form.
She’s so warm– soft and cosy– as I sink further into her side, twisting my legs tighter with hers.
I know we have to get up. Hago and his minions are downstairs, locked up and undoubtedly angry about being made to wait. But I don’t want to get up. We stayed up so late, spending time at the pool until the late evening, and dinner became more of a late night snack as we talked and kissed. And we definitely made sure to make each other come a few more times too.
There’s a heavy bang at the door, making me jump and waking Cyrus. She jumps to a seated position, wrapping her arm around my front to keep me behind her.
“Wake up lovebirds. We have torture to dole out!” Amara’s voice rings out, far too chirpy at this time of day.
A giggle echoes, behind the closed door. “They might be fucking, Amara.”
There’s a huff and then another bang against the wood. “As if Cyrus hasn’t interrupted us before.”
Cyrus groans, throwing herself back onto the bed dramatically. “Give us five minutes, arseholes.”
Arms wrap tightly around my middle, pulling me back down onto Cyrus’s chest. She’s so soft, I could easily fall back to sleep, the additional banging at the door stops me.
