Finally, I grab her shoulders and pull her away, flipping her over and burying my face between her legs. I flick her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. My fingers slide into her, working her from the inside. Using my other hand, I wet one finger with her juices and slowly slide it into her ass. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s soaking the sheet beneath us. I make her come and keep going, just like she did with me. I’m pushing her to the edge, forcing out another orgasm. By the end, she’s begging me to stop and fuck her. I can’t deny her request. I pull away and push myself inside her as quickly as I can. She tightens around me for a warm welcome. I don’t know how our bodies fit together so perfectly, but it’s like she was literally made to be mine.
I thrust into her as hard as I can. With each motion, she slides a little more up the bed. The sound of our flesh smacking together fills my ears, along with the mattress squeaking and the bed frame hitting the wall. Her breathing is loud and her calls of passion are even louder. Fuck, we probably sound like a couple of college kids in here, fucking our brains out. But I don’t care. All I care about is making sure Luna is satisfied and can’t move to do anything else the rest of the night.
We both fall from our high at the same time and our bodies begin to slow. We’re breathing erratically and my heart is pounding so hard I’m almost afraid it will beat right through my chest. When I pull out of her, I roll to her side and pull her against me. She holds me close, her hands never stopping their exploration of my body. She combs my hair with her slender fingers, traces over the muscles in my back, and kisses my pecs and neck.
I hold her against me, just allowing us both to catch up to the rest of the world—letting our bodies calm and our hearts slow back to a normal rhythm.
“I swear, every time with you gets better and better,” she says, lifting herself up onto her elbow to look down at me.
“That’s because every day, we get a little better together. I have an addiction I can’t break, and I don’t know where this is going to take us, but I’m here, for all of it. Ride or die.”
She smirks. “Ride or die,” she agrees.
We make love several more times throughout the night and finally get to sleep when sunlight starts to peek through the window. My body is completely spent in every way possible and it doesn’t take anything for me to fall asleep. It’s a deep, dreamless sleep—the kind I haven’t had since she left. Her smell is all around me, her heat warming me from the inside out. A ringing phone finally pulls me out of my sleep and I open my eyes to see the clock reading 4:56 p.m. I groan and stretch, suddenly realizing how badly I need to pee.
I pull my arm out from under her and run to the bathroom to relieve myself. I flush the toilet and place my hands on either side of the sink, hanging my head. I need to wake up. I feel dead to the world. I splash some water on my face and dry it with a hanging towel before going back to the bedroom. When I crawl back into bed, she wakes and stretches.
“I thought you’d run out on me.”
“Never going to happen,” I say, pressing kisses to her shoulder. “Want to go for dinner?”
She nods. “Mm-hmm. Food sounds good.”
I laugh. “Get up and get ready.”
We both get up and get dressed to load up in my car. As we’re driving through downtown, she yells. “Stop! Turn around!”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it. Turn around!”
I take the next turn and go around the block.
“Right there. Park there,” she points to a spot that’s just been vacated.
I pull the car into the impossibly tiny parking spot and she throws open her door. “Come on!” She’s already out of the car and running toward a store.
I turn off the car and chase after her, not realizing what’s gotten into her until I see her standing in front of a poster of the band in the window of a record store.
“The album dropped!” she says, pulling out her phone and taking a selfie in front of the band poster. “Come on. We have to go in and buy a copy.”
We go inside and the album has its own display. She grabs a vinyl record for herself and a CD for me. “Can you believe this?” she asks, looking at me with excitement shining in her eyes.
“I can’t believe we still have record stores. I thought all of these went out of business when streaming became big,” I say, looking around the store.
She smacks me across the chest. “I meant the album, not the store!”
“Oh, yeah. It’s awesome. Let’s go buy these so your record sales go up.”
We take our albums to the cashier and she gets busy ringing Luna up. “This is a great band,” the salesgirl says, scanning the record and putting it into a bag. Then she looks up and notices that Luna’s the girl from the album cover. “Oh my God! You’re her, aren’t you? This is your band?”
Luna laughs and nods. “Yeah, it’s our first album.”
“Would you sign mine for me?”
“Of course,” Luna agrees.
The girl reaches under the counter and pulls out the CD. Luna pulls the insert out of the front and scribbles her name across it, then signs the CD itself before handing it over.
“Thank you!” she says, taking Luna’s cash for the record.
The girl scans my CD and takes my money before sliding it into a bag. She hands it over and Luna and I continue out to the car. When I get behind the wheel, I pull the CD out of the bag and open it.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a smile.
“I have to listen to it.” I slide it into the player on the dash.
The music starts and she giggles and shakes her head.
“Luna?” I ask, seriousness filling my voice.
She looks over at me, a little afraid of what I’m going to say with my serious tone.
“Will you sign my CD?” I ask, finally cracking a smile.
She rolls her eyes. “You know I will.”
We both laugh and I steer the car out onto the road.
We enjoy our day together and end up back at her place after dinner. We take a shower then lie on the couch, eating sunflower seeds while watching TV.
“So, what was it like being on tour? Was it anything like you thought it’d be?”
She has her feet resting on my lap with her head propped up on the other end of the couch. Her eyes find mine. “The shows were cool. Especially once we became a little more known. You could look out at all these faces who were singing the words to our single. It was amazing. But the traveling was boring and it kind of sucked. It would’ve been nice to get off the bus and go on some little adventures through the towns and find some cool places, but it wasn’t like that at all. It was show, travel, show, travel, over and over. The most we got to see was the highway and fast food restaurants. It was nice having you though. It wasn’t fun being away from you. Every free minute I had, I caught myself wondering what you were doing, and if you were thinking of me too. But it was nice to have someone to keep me grounded in a way.”
I take in her words, trying to read between the lines for any hidden meaning. “So when you leave on your big tour, do you think things will be any different?”
She shrugs. “Honestly, I haven’t given it much thought. I’m just glad to be home with you. I want to live in the moment—not worry about the future or think about the past.” She gets up and straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she moves her lips to mine. They’re soft and a little salty from the seeds, but it’s a taste I find myself craving and needing more of.