Page 124 of Your Pucking Mom

My orgasm hit me almost immediately. It was coming in fast and furiously. I was high on Ledger, on the climax pulsating through my body. For once in my life, I was being worshiped.

In an instant, I came while bouncing on top of him. His orgasm squirted through my folds, leaving us both soaked.

“Ledger,” I moaned, this time softer and breathier.

“The most beautiful picture.”

I opened my eyes to see he was staring at me—into my soul. His eyes were hooded and blissed out from his own pleasure.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he rolled us over to our sides, slowly pulling out of me. “I don’t think that was sex.”

“Hmm?” His lips met the tip of my nose, where he dropped a gentle kiss on top of it.

“That was an experience, Ledger. That was…heaven on earth.”

He pressed his nose into my heart. “You’re my heaven.”

We lay there silently for a few minutes before Ledger helped me off the bed and cleaned me in the shower. We took turns washing each other. It was slow and gentle. His fingers trailed down my body as we shared gentle kisses between us.

I was emotionally spent from our day together. I was physically exhausted and would have collapsed right here, but Ledger got me back into bed. We both were tucked in with our chests touching. I wrapped my legs around his, cocooning myself into him.

“Auburn?” There was an evident shake in his voice.

“Yeah?” I whispered, our mouths mere breaths apart. Despite the darkness, we hadn’t drawn the shades, allowing the room to be bathed in the soft glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows and the city lights below.

“What’s our next chapter?” he asked.

I paused and thought about what he was asking. A life without Ledger wasn’t a life I was willing to have anymore. I wanted him. I wanted us.

“I want a partner, Ledger. My existence has been woven with threads of pain, yet in your love, it’s as though those threads are gently unraveled. You seem to possess the magic to ease my burdens, guiding me through the darkest of nights with your light.”

“But at the end of the day, it’s you, Sunshine. You’re the one holding the lamp, guiding us along the path we walk. I’ve spent so long in darkness, with only one path lit. But when I found you, it was like you were sent to show me the other paths that could exist.”

I was about to say something, but he interrupted me by pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “Life will not be perfect. We weren’t meant to find each other and be humans who were completely healed, but I don’t want to leave your side while you find the rest of your pieces.”

“I don’t want you to either. I am scared, though, Ledger. It’s hard for me not to worry about what will happen or can happen.”

I was running through all the what-ifs. I glanced over at the door, then looked at Ledger. “It will always be there, Auburn. I’ll hold it open for you.”

Tears fell down my face because that was all I’d ever asked for. “I had to suffer alone, in my head, for so long. I don’t know if I’ll know how to do this right, but I want to do it with you.”

“At your time. At your pace. I’ll be here.”

I closed my eyes, feeling his head nestled in my curls, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm that enveloped me. Growing up too quickly under a parent who prioritized themself, I had made a solemn vow to be the antithesis. Yet in doing so, I feared I created a castle, a moat, but no bridge—no way for anyone to ever get in.

Falling into Ledger’s love was effortless, the simplest act I could ever undertake. He not only opened the door for me but created a space where I could freely move in and out. Confronting the pain of my childhood and finally sharing my story with someone who listened with an open heart was a revelation.

In his embrace, I found a sanctuary where the wounds of the past could find healing in the warmth of his love. With Ledger, every scar seemed to whisper a tale of resilience, every ache a testament to the strength that bloomed within me. Together, we understood each other, trusted each other, and created an unbreakable bond. I found not just redemption, but the courage to embrace the beauty that lay within my brokenness.

“Loving you is as easy as the day that I first met you.”

“Hmm?” I whispered, unsure of what he was getting at.

“It was simply inevitable,” he replied, his voice carrying the weight of certainty. “Our paths were always meant to cross.”

I nuzzled back into him. He was right. It was as if he was there to show me that loving someone could be as easy as waking up the next day.

“I love the way you burn brightly, Sunshine,” he murmured.

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