Page 53 of One Day

Mischief fills Sonya’s eyes, meeting mine in the mirror as she follows my direction and places her hands a shoulder length apart on the countertop. She leans back into me, shaking her hips and driving me to my own insanity. “So bossy.”

“You like it.”

She hums. “Do I?”

“With how quickly you listen to me?” I ask, gathering her hair to the side to press my lips to her neck. “Yeah, Sunny,” I hum against her skin. “I’m pretty sure you love it.”

“Gonna keep bossing me around, Cowboy?”

I slide my hands over her hips, squeezing her gently as I yank her back towards me. “Eyes on me,” I tell her, waiting for her eyes to meet mine in the mirror. Her knuckles go white around the edge of the counter when I thrust into her. “Fuck,” I mutter, sliding my hand down her spine. “Look how well you take me. Like you were made for me.”

“Only you,” she breathes out, her grip on the counter loosening when I lean forward and tangle our fingers together. “Only ever you.”

“That’s right. Just for me.” She leans up on her toes, finding a new angle as I thrust forward. Her fingers curl tighter between mine, her gaze shifting from mine in the mirror downward. “Eyes up, Sunny.”

“Walker,” she whimpers, leaning her head back towards me. My lips find the skin behind her ear, biting down gently. “More. I need more.”

“Tell me what you want, needy girl,” I mumble against her ear, soothing her skin with my lips.

She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access to keep kissing her neck. The idea of leaving my mark on her body, letting people know she’s mine, sends me forward. I find a quicker rhythm, hitting the spot that has her moaning out my name.

A sound I will be committing to memory to replay over and over again till the day I die.

“I need you to touch me,” she pleads, pressing her shoulder back into my chest. “Please.”

Untangling our fingers, I bring my thumb down to her clit. She grinds against my hand once again, her free hand moving to the nape of my neck, and squeezes gently.

“Take what you need, Sunny,” I whisper against her skin. “I’m right here.”

The closer we get to the edge, the more I feel her melt into me. She pants out my name, and the moment she crashes over the edge, a shiver runs down her spine. Thrusting a few more times, I chase after my own bliss and crash against her in a puddle.

Her skin is warm against my lips as I press a kiss to the crook of her neck and pull out, moving to remove the condom and toss it in the trash. A giggle falls from her lips as I straighten out my clothes, and she does the same.

“Well, that was fun.” Her eyes are clear as she adjusts her shirt over her torso, zipping her jeans up and twisting back to the mirror to shake out her hair. “Oh, God. I have sex hair.”

A snicker falls from my lips as I step up behind her, pressing my lips to the side of her head. “It’s almost like you just got fucked in a bar bathroom.”

She grins at me and reaches for the hem of her shirt, adjusting it over the top of her jeans. Turning around to face me, she reaches for my shirt collar and smooths her hands over my shoulders. “Still feeling good?”

I nod my head. “You?”

“Good,” she says, moving her hands up to my cheeks. “Very good. Thank you for getting me out of my head. I don’t know why I freaked out. For a second, I felt like we were getting too blurry with our lines, but you’re here with me. I know you’re here with me.”

The weight I felt fades into nothing as I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers. “I am here,” I whisper, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’ve always got me.”

“I know.” She smiles, and the words crack my chest wide open. She steps into me, wrapping her arms around my waist and rests her head against my shoulder. “I’m afraid to go out there.”

“Worried people overheard us?”

“So worried. I’ve given Dylan so much shit for doing exactly this,” she says with a laugh, untangling herself from me to move towards the door.

She’s reaching for the lock when I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I turn it over to see an email reminder from my advisor about the internship selection for the summer, and the pit I’ve been avoiding since starting things with Sonya is back at full force.

I can’t keep putting it off, hoping that the dull ache will fade and I won't have to disappoint my mom from the reality of what I need to do for my future.

“We’re in the clear.”

I lift my head, lock my phone, and slide it back into my pocket before smiling at her. Apparently, I don’t do it fast enough because her eyebrows pull together, but I’m reaching for the door before she can question me.

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