Page 115 of Fight for Me
Now the room is set perfectly.
And then I look at her, watching the lights dance across her skin.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you.”
“You have to promise me that if you feel anything …”
Her fingers graze the whiskers on my cheek. “I promise. I need you.”
I need her more than air. I lean down, bringing our lips together, and kiss her with all the emotions in my heart.
Sydney is mine.
While she always has been, now it’s different. We aren’t kids making stupid promises we can’t keep. This is a love that’s strong, been through hell, and has found its way back to heaven. We’ve battled and won. She’s the prize. She’s everything.
I pull her so we’re face to face, not wanting to put any weight on her. I slide her shorts off, slowly revealing her skin. A shudder passes through Sydney’s body. The last time we made love, everything changed. This time, it won’t be that.
Instead of her leaving, I’ll hold her.
Instead of tears, I want smiles.
There is nothing of myself that’s being held back. All of me, all that I can give will be hers to have.
I move her back and trail kisses down her body, push her legs open, kissing the insides of her thighs and drawing out the anticipation.
“Dec, please …”
“Please what, Sydney?”
“More.”
I push her legs higher and run my tongue along the seam of her pussy. “More of that?”
She groans. “Yes.”
I do it again and make sure I flick her clit. “More of that?”
Her fingers slide into my hair, wrapping around the strands and tightening. “Only you, Dec. Please.”
That pushes me over the edge. I lick and suck, pulling her deeper into the abyss. She moves her hips, seeking more. I hold her down, wanting to control the pace. There’s a great joy in drawing it out, hearing the whimpers escape her throat, making the moment last longer.
Sydney has always been fire in bed. She’s never been afraid to ask for things or tell me what she wants. I know her body as well as I know my own, and when I feel her thighs tighten, I know she’s close.
Wanting to be inside her but needing to have her climax beforehand drives me harder. I suck at her clit, flicking it over and over, rubbing small circles until I feel her body tighten further. I slip my finger into her, curling it slightly, and she screams.
Her body goes rigid as I do everything I can to make it better for her. I watch as she falls apart, and I know there’s nothing in the world more beautiful than this.
I make my way up her body, shed my shorts, and then wait for her eyes to open.
When they do, my heart feels as though it settles back into place.
Where it was meant to be—with her.
Sydney smiles as her hand moves to my cheek. “Hi.”
“Hi?”
