“Will?”
“Yes?”
“Can you stop now?”
We didn’t need many words to know what we were thinking. She wanted my mouth back on her body.
I pushed her legs apart, hands on both ankles. More familiar tattoos graced her skin there, just above the bone. Friendship left, love, right. And as I flattened my tongue against her clit, I realised the significance.
It was us.
Friendship and love.
19
Skye
I was in an, arms-stretched-out-above-me, totally-lost-in-his-mouth kind of moment. It wasn’t just his mouth that had led me to euphoria. It was him. He was on me, near me, in me and I was gliding. Was it gliding? Floating seemed like the wrong word. Not big enough. Floating suggested light and airy. This wasn’t light. His tongue wasn’t light. He was eating me like a starved man. Like he wanted to shake the orgasm from me. Like he was making up for years of dicking around. Five years wasted. Five years without this.
I’d always wondered if we came this far, hit this spot would we have regrets? How would we look each other in the eye the next morning? I didn’t have expectations of relationships, never had the idealised view of dating and marriage as the next happy step. I’d never seen it in real action, not within my own family or my friends. I didn’t have scrapbooks full of wedding ideas or the hope that falling in love would happen before my biological clock gave out. Relationships were fine. A way to pass the time. Cheating the norm and never caused me heartbreak. Then Will walked in, all dark and handsome with a bit of nerd to keep my interest. Banter ensued. We fell into a rapport. Our friendship deepened when his hand squeezed my shoulder as we found Elliott lifeless. He held me as I cried. Checked in. Listened. I always thought taking things further would ruin us, but I realised there was something…missing. Before, the far-away whispers of, He could be your one, would be drowned out with music, wine, disappointing one-night stands and quick relationships. Those whispers were now close and being shouted through a megaphone. He’s your one, idiot! Always has been.
And those voices were really strong when he was between my thighs.
Or on top.
Or below.
The last piece of us was falling into place. Wild and untamed and we needed each other this way. It made us both feel the energy within. Reminded us that whatever went before, however bad things became, we were alive and breathing and we’d celebrate in this way from now on in. Each kiss was redefining us, each touch reformulating and reinventing.
And all that time I thought sex would break us? It was bringing us closer together.
“Will, I’m…going to cum.” His fingers sped up, strumming my clit and all the time he was doing this he looked me in the eyes, smiled, lifted his chin to get a better view at me. “Oh…fuck.” I held my hand to my mouth, laid back, threaded my fingers through his hair and…I was gone. Wiped out. Departed. I felt him move, his hand still on my body, a soft kiss to my sternum and when I opened my eyes he was above me, leaning over, giving me upside down kisses. He fit perfectly, our body lines mirroring, his head now resting on my breasts. I traced his eyebrow with my finger, just to satisfy myself that he was mine, he was here and this was really happening.
“You good?” he asked, one more kiss. I nodded against his chest, trapping him with my hands as he went to move away.
“How am I completely naked and you’re still fully dressed?”
“Happy to change that.”
Lifting myself up, I held onto his hip as he moved in front of me. The jumper had to go. As much as it suited his eyes and hugged his shoulders, I was ready to see that bad boy on the floor. I stood up, met him head on. He sighed as he brought my face to his.
“Arms,” I said, and he reached up, allowing me to rid him of his jumper only to reveal a Superman T-shirt underneath.
Holy Kryptonite.
His laugh lit me up. “I forgot you had a thing for Superman.”
“Clark Kent,” I replied, smiling. “It’s the whole,” I circled my eyes with my fingers, “glasses thing.”
“I can take them off,” he said, watching as I popped the button on his jeans and pushed them to the floor.
“Keep them on,” I whispered, kissing him softly, something chaste soon turning dirty and rough. His mouth. Only a minute ago it was on my pussy, now it was consuming mine. Boxers off. Quick and efficient. In between kisses and nose bumps. I’d seen his cock before, touched myself over images I’d stored of his hand curled around himself. The night my libido ramped up to high and my feelings were a mix of confusion and absolute clarity. Time could change images in your head, a room could become smaller, a colour richer, but his cock? Beastly.
Backing me to the bench, he lowered me down, returning his mouth to parts that were screaming for him. A lick to my nipple, a nip to my stomach. I caught the monitors either side of me and watched his back muscles contract and flex, every inch of flesh drawn tight and beautiful. The dips at the bottom of his spine were deep and round and his ass was in proportion to all the gorgeousness on show.
“I want you so fucking much,” he said, and his words, the pained tone, the way his face contorted and he squeezed his eyes closed, I knew we were ready for this. No going back. The sounds we were making, the pictures of us on the monitors, our bodies merging, our faces reflecting everything we were feeling, an overload for the senses, it ripped parts of me I’d held back right from my depths and tears came, I was unable to stop them.
“Hey, baby,” he said, softly, wiping them away. “Listen to me. You’re my best friend and if you’re questioning any of this.” He looked around at the monitors and discarded clothes. “Tell me now. I’d rather have you in my life as the one person I need the most, than fuck this up and have you nowhere near.”
I laughed through a sob, shaking my head to get the message across that I just couldn’t find words for. “Fuck me, Will. Make up for lost time.”
We absorbed each other, ingested and inhaled. Mouths collided, tongues swirled and feasted. A crazy kiss to my mouth, sliding down to kiss my chin, moving past to kiss the spot I liked under my ear and against my neck. He pulled back, kneeling on the bench and reaching down to his jeans, producing a condom and rolling it on. He lined himself up, that huge cock nudging me open and as he cradled my face, asking me softly and through panted breaths if I was ready, I wordlessly pushed myself against him and watched the monitors as we became one, sinking into skin. I knew he’d be perfect. Hard and deep and soul bearing, but I wasn’t prepared for every atom, every nerve, every sense, every particle to be completely engrossed by him.
He was fighting himself, watching me then pinching his eyes closed. I knew watching was getting him closer and he wanted to last, but I wanted to see him lost in a lusty haze, deep into the chase, far into the moment until he came apart under my hands. He lifted his head back, the need to look at me too strong. A few whispered words clamped between teeth. “I didn’t know it could be this good. I can’t hold back. Is that OK? Jesus, Skye, I’m gonna…”
“Yes, gorgeous. Let go for me.” I smiled, delighted that I’d seen all sides to him now. Every deep corner, steep edge, wide bend and high ridge.