Page 37 of Leave Before I Love You
It doesn’t take much before I’m tumbling down, my head thrown back and a keening scream filling the silence around us, and Henry disappears, the warm weight of his climax coating my thighs not even a second later.
It’s messy and animalistic and…the most perfect thing the universe has ever done for me.
I know I flit from one thing to another like a leaf in the wind. But when it came time to settle, I landed in just the right spot.
I chose Henry. I chose right.
And I’ll never,everlook back on this night with regret.
January 8th
Henry
I stalk through the water following a fish while Avery tags along, our dinner procurement on our minds. We’ve touched and fooled around all day, but around noon, we finally decided that in the name of survival, we should probably get some work done.
Avery emptied our water collector and tidied our shelter, switching some of the abused sea grape leaves we messed up last night for new ones and making sure the roof is intact.
I stoked the fire and gathered more wood to ensure we could keep it burning, and then together, we went and collected more breadfruit. Avery’s hair is wild with sex, something even her hairbrush couldn’t quite fix, and I swear I’ve barely been able to stop staring at her all day.
Last night was fucking incredible, and we’re both still riding the high.
As the fish I’m after scoots away and I search for another, several droplets of water hit me in the face, and the culprit is obvious when I turn to find Avery still mid-flick. She smiles and giggles, but I shake my head.
“Oh, you’ve done it now.”
She turns and takes off at a run through the crystal-blue water,splashing wildly in her struggle to go faster. Thanks to my advantage in both size and speed, I catch her easily, snatching her up with an arm around the waist and spinning her in a circle that makes her squeal, and I toss my spear to the rocks that come out like a jetty.
Avery’s been playful all day, and for as sure as I felt about everything last night, it’s still a level of reassurance I needed to be certain she felt the same.
Sex with her was more amazing than I could have ever imagined, but it was still a risky step toward complication in our relationship. She’s still my best friend’s little sister and, quite possibly, the most commitment-phobic person I’ve ever met. Life goals, men, hobbies—they’re all a revolving door of halfhearted interest and flipping pages.
The only things she’s ever been sure about liking are her family, her family’s money, and her best friend Juniper, and for as much as she’s evolved since we landed on this little slice of the world eight days ago, that kind of stubbornness isn’t the type of thing susceptible to quick change.
“Ahhh!” Avery screams again as I toss her up in the air and let go, watching as she splashes down in front of me in a cannonball position.
I expect her to come up sputtering, but she’s on the attack instead, throwing herself at me bodily and taking me down in the water with her.
We both go under, and I wrap an arm around her waist, putting my lips to hers while we’re submerged. We roll as a wave moves over us and come up for air together, laughing and flicking our wild hair out of our eyes.
Avery shakes like a dog before jumping up and into my arms, and I catch her by the ass as she puts her lips to mine and kisses me.
God, she tastes good.
Bright light shines behind my eyelids as the sun reflects off the water, and I stumble to keep us upright in the rolling waves. We kissand taunt and tease, and she nips at my bottom lip with her teeth, backing off only to whisper one delicious thing into my ear.
“We should go have sex again.”
I nod in agreement, our foreheads rubbing together, and carry her out of the water, one destination and one destination only in mind—Avery’s perfect pussy.
She screams as I untie her bikini bottom while I’m jogging and toss it down in the sand, cupping her bare ass in my hands and skimming her center with my fingertips.
“Henry!”
“What?” I ask, laughing and spinning her around before dipping her into our shelter. “Can’t handle a little teasing?” I move down her body and put my mouth to her pussy, and her back bucks off the ground. “What about that? Can you handle that?”
“More,” she begs, sinking her hands into my hair and holding my mouth on her cunt. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, and the fact that it’s happening while we grow increasingly unsure whether we’ll ever be rescued is the height of irony.
Reality is just around the corner, but it’s fun to pretend it isn’t, even if only for a little while.
