He sucks at my clit, and my pulse quickens as the heat pools lower in my belly, growing with each lick. He pushes a finger inside me as he starts to pump in and out while his tongue stays glued to my sensitive spot. My body writhes, and he holds me down with one hand. He removes his tongue and lifts his head to look up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“I’m going to take my finger out now.” I whimper from the empty feeling I’m suddenly left with. I’m right on the edge of bursting, and he knows it. Then that devilish smirk comes back, and he grins at me, flashing those sexy, sharp canines my way. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue instead. I want to taste you while you come in my mouth.”
I nod and lay my head back as his tongue pushes inside me while his thumb rubs circles over my clit. The pressure builds and builds, and finally, it takes over. I scream out as I writhe and finish, his tongue lapping up every drop, humming while he does. I lie back as my breathing slows,and he gives me one more swipe of his tongue before coming up and crawling over to me, that smirk permanently stuck on his face.
“That felt amazing,” I say, and he leans over me, placing a hand on the couch beside me, and kisses me. I taste myself in his kiss and take his cock in my hand, gripping it and moving up and down his hard length. “I need you,” I whisper as I keep stroking. His face hardens, and then he shifts so he’s in a seated position, and I move to sit on top of him.
Lowering down, I moan as the tip of him slips inside. I take my time, savouring every inch of him as he fills me up. He bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at me greedily, watching my body move lower to take all of him. I can feel myself clenching as he stretches me. His fingers trace the skin on my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When I finally sink all the way down on his cock, he grunts and grabs my hips, coaxing me to move them forward and back, riding him while he pushes up into me.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight.” He leans in and kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I keep grinding into him. Pleasure starts to build once more in my low belly, and I can feel myself getting close.
“Touch me,” I plead, and he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing those small circles that I love so much. My vision goes as the orgasm rolls through me, and I cry out his name again as I come even harder than before. He follows my lead and finishes right after me, his breathing ragged as his lower body jerks and fills me with his cum.
We’re both panting and sweating, holding on to each other as we try to come down from the high of what we just felt. He presses his lips to my bare shoulder, and I rest myhead in the crook of his neck. A place I fit so perfectly. Like a puzzle piece.
Everything I wanted to talk to him about fades temporarily, and I bask in the moment we have together. After a while, he picks me up and carries me upstairs into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower for us. We end the night washing each other clean before climbing into bed, still naked, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Tomorrow is another day, I think as I drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his beating heart beside me.
We can deal with the future then.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The next morning, we take our coffees and sit up at the top of the lighthouse to watch the sunrise. Our new spot. I’m curled up in a camping chair, chin resting on my knees as I sip the delicious drink he made for us.
I take a deep breath and try to find the words for what I want to say to him. “Are you happy here?” I finally ask as I keep my head straight, scared to look over at him. We can’t let any more distractions get in the way. We need to have this conversation.Ineed to, or I’m going to combust.
He finishes his sip of coffee before responding. “What do you mean byhere?”
“In 1993.”
“Oh, umm.” He’s clearly caught off guard by my question and taps the side of his ceramic mug, the tinging sound rattling through the small space we’re in. “Enough, I guess,” he tells me. “Why?”
“The lighthouse is falling apart,” I start, turning to face him now. He knits his brows together and waits for me to continue. “In 2025. It’s crumbling. I wish I could show you,but I’ve been taking photos on my phone each time I come. And every time, it looks worse. There’s even a warning sign that’s been staked in the ground by the path. Iris thinks it’s going to fall to the ground in time for the storm.” I suck in a breath. “Which would mean I could never come back.”
“Oh.” He places his mug on the floor and rests his elbows on his spread legs, dropping his head low. “But that’s after… after I…” He can’t seem to finish his sentence.
I scooch my chair closer to him and place a hand on his rounded shoulder. “But what if you didn’t have to? What if we try, Dylan? What if we try, and then you can… youcouldcome…” Suddenly, I’m stricken with fear and go mute. A nagging thought weaves its way through my mind.What if he doesn’t want to come into the future with me? What if I love him more than he loves me?My heart wants to shatter at the thought, but even still, if I could save him, then it would all be worth it. Even if he didn’t come with me. At least I’d know he was alive.
“Come with you?” His head rises up and tilts, pensive green eyes focused on me.
“Y-yeah.” I tuck my hair behind my ear and bite my lip with my top teeth.
“But Iris said—” He clears his throat. “She said that we can’t change the past?—”
“That doesn’t mean we just get to give up, Dylan!” I’m yelling now. “We don’t get to bow down and accept this. We have to try. Ineedyou to try.” My words are coming out shaky as I almost start to hyperventilate. He grabs the mug from my quivering hand and places it on the floor before pulling me on top of him and wrapping me in a tight hug. His lips press against my forehead, and my breathing calms from the pressure of his embrace around me.
“Okay,” he whispers into my hair. “We’ll try. I’ll tryanythingif it means I get to be with you, Lucy.”
“Thank you,” I sigh as I keep myself pressed against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the pattering of his heart.
The sun rises in the sky in front of us, and we sit like that together on one tiny camping chair. Crowded but content. Coffees in hand. A plan is beginning to formulate in my mind.
A plan to keep Dylan alive.
After I shower and get dressed in yesterday’s clothes, Dylan comes up and takes my hand in his. “Let’s have fun today,” he says as he spins me around. “Everything has been so serious, and I get why, but I want us to take this weekend and have fun together.”
That would certainly be a nice change of pace. Even for a moment. A minor distraction for us both. “Okay. What do you want to do?”
