Page 119 of Sterling Fight

I shift her on my shoulder, and she squeals again, gripping the back of my tee as I carry her to my room. Our room.

With a gentle drop, Genie falls to the bed, and I climb over her. “I want to worship you, firefly.”

“You already do,” she giggles as I nuzzle into her neck and pepper her with kisses before capturing her mouth, sweeping my tongue inside and swallowing her moans.

This woman. Sight and sound. Bright and vivacious. I never want to hear silence again.

Genie does not disappoint as she begins to squirm beneath me, working her body until we line up, but there are too many clothes in our way. Slowly, I pull away, standing to admire her a moment before tugging off my shirt.

“Your body.” She hums next and sits up, running her hands over my stomach.

“I love how you touch me.” Like she worships me as well.

Her smile is sweet, and I reach for the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head before pressing her back again. My skin feels like it sizzles when we are chest to chest, and she isn’t even naked, but still wearing her bra. Quickly, I rectify that and move down her smooth flesh to bring one heavy swell into my mouth.

Genie’s hands dig into my hair as she purrs. I dangle my tongue around her pert nipple then nip.

She hisses at the sting but I’m quick to suck her breast once more to soften the bite.

Soon, we’re in a tug-of-war of pants, shorts and underwear until nothing is in our way, and I coast my hands over her body, memorizing every inch. Genie and I have had a lot of oral exploration. A lot of fingers and touching. Tonight, I need the final act.

“I wanted to wait,” I whisper as I watch my hand slip between her thighs. “Wanted to have you as my forever.” I want her to be my wife. “But I don’t think I can hold back any longer, Genie. I love you.”

I glance up to find her watching me. Her hand cups my cheek. “I love you, too, baby.”

With that, I’m over her, lining myself up, dragging my tip through her slick slit.

“We should talk about protection,” I say, kissing her neck and her chin.

“Is it weird that I’m turned on by you wanting to discuss this?” she says, smiling up at me.

“Not as weird as I’d really like to enter you with nothing between us.”

Genie continues to stare at me, knowing I haven’t been with anyone in over six months, not even she who should not be named.

“Not as weird as I’d really like that, too.” Her voice is quiet, breathless even. “And I’m on the pill.”

As I slip forward, her breath notches again.

I’ve heard this feeling described as warmth, comfort, home, and love, but none of those words are enough for what I feel as my body joins Genie’s.

It’s an explosion of my heart and an opening of my soul and a completeness I never expected to feel.

“Firefly.” My throat tightens as I slide to the hilt and pause, needing a moment.

Genie brushes back my hair and tips up to kiss me, tender and sweet until my hips thrust and Genie gasps. “Move, baby.”

That’s all the permission I need to slip back and then surge forward on repeat. I reach for her left hand and lift it over her head, clasping our fingers together as I fill her.

I meant what I said, I want to fulfill her. I want to be all her wishes come true, because she is my ultimate desire. Genie beneath me, me inside her, us as one.

As we rock together like we’re both new with each other yet familiar as an old couple, I relish every thrust, every gasp. Wanting Genie to come around me, I reach between us, using my thumb at her clit, teasing her with more sensation.

Her head tips back. Her mouth pops open, eyes close, but I want to see her fall apart around me.

“Look at me, firefly. Give me that light.”

Her lids flip open and the intensity in her gaze is almost too much. Specks of light in the darkness. So much love she’s practically glowing and I feel that mythical warmth.