Her lips mould with mine, her weight on top of me delicious. My toes curl as her tongue dances with mine. Butterflies riot in my stomach.
Eventually we part for air, foreheads rested together, as she grins what is possibly the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on her pretty face.
“Just because you gave me an amazing kiss, doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for letting me wake up alone.” I sass, fully knowing it’ll get Cyrus to make it up to me.
But her grin only grows wider. “Oh, I think the reason I had to leave early will definitely make up for it.”
She kisses me again, her tongue running along the seam of my mouth, begging for entrance. But she hasn’t told me her reason yet. Instead of letting her in, I opt for pushing her away. “Oh, do tell me what wassoimportantyou had to leave.”
She places dozens of little kisses along my face, starting at my forehead, down the bridge of my nose and across my cheeks. In between each kiss she tells me, “I had–”kiss, “To talk to–”kiss,“Amara about–”kiss,“Something–”kiss,“Really important.”
I try to contain my eye roll, but it’s impossible. “About what?”
She sits up on her elbows, using the slight space to watch me with rapt attention. “About how you’ll never have to wake up without me again.”
Confusion swirls within me, “What do you mean? The ship leaves in a week.”
“Yup– well six days now, actually– but I won’t be on it.”
Confusion turns into bright sparks of hope.
I need her to say the words out loud, I need the physical evidence to make this all feel real. “Meaning?”
“Tally, love, I’m staying. For good.”
Pure glee rushes through my blood, dousing any last remnants of concern and fear. “You’re staying?”
“Yes, I’m staying with you.”
This time, I’m the one to pull her down onto me, meshing my lips with hers and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She’s not leaving.
She’s not fucking leaving.
The kiss is sloppy as we battle our tongues against one another, teeth clashing on more than one occasion. I can’t believe she’s choosing to stay. Choosing me. The feeling of being chosen is like a drug to my system. Lust pools between my thighs and I’m incredibly grateful I didn’t bother getting dressed.
Sliding my hands into her hair, I keep her mouth pinned to mine, repeatedly chantingshe’s stayingto myself.
When the need for oxygen becomes too much, I use her hair to pull her away from me.
“You’re really staying?”
“I’m really staying. I love you.”
Hearing those three little words again, sends pleasant shockwaves over me. “Hell, I love you too, dove.”
I peck her lips once more before pushing her away. “But I still haven’t forgiven you for leaving me.”
“And what can I do to make it up to you?” Her pupils blow out in preparation for her next order.
Pulling her hair again, I drag her south. “Get your mouth on my pussy, dove.”
She groans and goes willingly, moving her body with the drag of my hand, leaving nipping bites along my skin as she goes.
When she reaches my mound, she leaves dozens more butterfly kisses there. Driving me to the brink of insanity when she gets close to my weeping pussy, just to move away and kiss a different patch of skin.
My hips grind up into her face, although it doesn't stop her from continuing with her languid kissing ritual, making me soak myself in anticipation.
