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“Good,” she whispered, caressing a hand over my cheek, down to my collar. “I’ve missed this…”
“Me too.” The words slipped out without me even thinking about it. Paisley ducked down, kissing the base of my neck, sending a pleasant shudder down my spine.
“I want you,” she breathed. “I want to love you.”
I couldn’t think of anything else—Paisley’s soft touch, her fingertips roaming along me, skating over my skin, across my clothes, I wanted to give everything to her. I nodded breathlessly, slipping a hand to her back, and she met me immediately, shifting one leg over me and straddling me. I arched against her and let it happen, let everything happen—her lips on my collar, on my neck, nipping lightly at my lips. Her fingers undoing the buttons of my shirt. Delicate hands pulling my shirt open ever so softly, slipping it down my arms and pulling it out from under me. I trailed my hands over her, my mind filled with the numbing pleasure of Paisley all over me, feeling her gentle hourglass shape under her dress, caressing down to the soft skin of her thighs.
I loved her. Right now, that was all that existed.
“Take this off,” she whispered, moving my hand to the hem of her dress. The way she spoke in that voice, soft but direct, gentle but forceful, hummed as pleasure in my mind, and I obeyed with a whisper of acknowledgement, pulling down the hidden zipper on the side and pulling her dress up over her head. The soft musculature of her body sheened slightly with the first beading of sweat as I glided my fingers reverently over her, and she nodded me on with the kind of sweet, hazy smile that made me want to do anything for her.
She pressed her lips against mine again as she unhooked my bra, slipped it off my arms, and I whispered her name reverently as she kissed down along my breasts, unfastening my belt and undoing my pants as she did. She looked up at me as she kissed gently at my nipple, her perfect eyes warm looking up at me through her lashes, and I couldn’t help the aching feelings telling mejust do this forever.Forever, with Paisley. Wouldn’t that be nice…
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, hooking her fingers under the band of my underwear, sending electricity arcing through me. “I love seeing you…”
“You… you too.” I lifted my hips for her to take my underwear off, but she took her time, dragging them down slowly. I was aching for her, body pleading for her, and I heard myself gasping her name as she trailed her fingertips lightly up my legs, grazing up my thighs, smiling sweetly at me, perfectly.
“You do the same for me, now,” she whispered, taking my hands and moving them to her bra. I obliged instantly, unhooking her bra and pulling it off her, dropping it off the edge of the bed, and her underwear next, pulling it down and taking a second with my breath hitching just admiring how utterly perfect she was, how beautiful every inch of her…
She sank against me, draping her body over mine and pressing her lips to mine, and I melted into the sensation—running my hands over every bit of her, feeling her perfect, smooth skin, soft to the touch, and feeling need building aching in my chest, my core, everywhere all at once. Wanting her. Needing her. Knowing there was nothing I wouldn’t have done if she’d only ask—
Her hand slipped down between my legs, and I broke off from the kiss, crying out against her lips as she danced her fingers lightly over my center, teasing side-to-side over my folds—pressing with just enough force to part them, but not nearly as much as I needed. Her soft fingers moving against the coarse, short hairs there, raw and real.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” she whispered, moving one finger up to my clitoris and flicking the barest touch of her fingertip against it, pleasure throbbing against me like a drumbeat when she did.
“P-please.”
“You’re going to show me how much you love it, too,” she whispered, taking my hand and moving it between her thighs. I shifted to meet her, slipping two fingers through her folds, feeling the intense, blazing heat of her there, fingers gliding along her wetness on soft skin. She bent back down to meet me, pressing her lips to mine, and she moved slow and languid with my lips, my tongue, as her hand roamed gentle on my shape, mine on hers.
She pulled away before long, up to straddle me again, her face flushed and lips glistening in the low light, and she bit her lip, smiling.
“Spread your legs wider for me. Let me see how much you love it.”
My body moved for me, aching for her. Paisley licked her two fingers and ran them up my center, teasing over my clit, and I whimpered in desperate need, wanting so much more that it hurt—
She moved her fingers down between her own legs, stroking softly through her folds, dipping the tip of one inside her, and she shifted and slipped them up to my mouth—I parted my lips for her, feeling her fingertips hot with her and my wetness mixed pushing my lips open, and I locked eyes with hers while I tasted her—us—swirling my tongue around her fingers.
She bit her lip, pulling her fingers back from my mouth, and she took my leg, hiking it up and positioning it between hers. “Stay just like that and let me do what I want with you,” she breathed, easing her center against mine, the blazing heat of her flooding me with pleasure. “I’m going to give you all my love, and you’re going to take every little bit of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes—of course.”
“That’s a good girl,” she breathed, and I closed my eyes, moaning and arching into her as she shifted her hips against mine. “Ah—don’t look away. Keep looking at me, sweetheart.”
I bit my lip, opening my eyes again and nodding, and I held her gaze as she started up a rhythm moving against me—the wetness running and pooling between us, heat building up to exploding, and I just let the sensation of it flood me—the way I loved her so much it felt like everything fell into place when I was with her, when we were like this. The realization that the only thing I ever wanted was this—was her—was us, forever.
I felt it build up until I thought I’d scream, pleasure beating against my walls until my whole body was ready to come apart, and she gripped tighter at me and gasped how she was close, resting her head against my leg as her hips rocked faster, harder. “I’m going to… going to come on you…”
“Please,” I gasped, gripping at her and moving my hips with her, desperate for release, for anything—and it arrived with an all-consuming sensation that poured into my body and filled up every inch of me as I cried out her name, and she cried out mine, and we moved in this perfect dance of ecstasy until the lights allfaded, just the soft glow of the stars dancing in the gentle blonde of Paisley’s hair as it spilled down her bare chest, sheening with sweat, and she collapsed next to me, kissing my shoulder, my collar.
I never wanted this to end. Never wanted to leave again…
“I love you,” she whispered. I caressed a hand over her cheek, feeling a laugh coming up from somewhere.
“I love you too,” I breathed. “But seriously—you’re up there moving around like that as if you weren’t in the hospital yesterday—”
“Yesterday was so long ago. Today is here now, and I like today.” She kissed me, softly, sweetly, on the lips, closing her eyes and resting against my side. “I love you so much…”
“You too.” It was a surreal moment, a dreamscape, and… and even though the words just floated out without me trying to say it, I couldn’t even regret it.
