Page 127 of Revolve
I’m in heaven, I’m pretty sure.
Her heel digs into my back, and when her legs start to quiver, I know she’s close. That’s when I push two fingers inside her and feel her orgasm in my mouth.
It’s sweet like cherries.
Back on the bed, I pull down my boxers. I tuck a pillow under her lower back and press a hand to her navel before I slide into her, slow and controlled. I watch myself fuck her, hearing her cries of pleasure and the way her hand wraps tight around my wrist.
“I need to see you,” she gasps.
I lean forward, pushing in hard, slipping off the blindfold to see her pupils dilated, almost entirely black. She grabs my face before she’s even oriented and kisses me. Sierra doesn’t hold back. The sounds that leave her are fucking pornographic, and I barely stop myself from coming right then. I try my best to keep her moaning for me as long as possible, and by the end of it, when I come apart, I’m kissingI love yous into her skin.
“You still mean that?” she asks suddenly. “That you love me?”
“Always.”
“You’re sure?”
I almost laugh. “Let me help you understand, Sierra.” Her bottom lip quivers as if the way I’m looking at her is too much.
“The first time I really saw you, it was when you were doing something you love. Seeing you on that ice, like a wisp of smoke, so quick and confident, it was everything. When I look at you, that is what I see. The talented, determined girl who clawed her way back to where she belongs and made sure everyone knew it. You’re kind, and warm, and gentle even if you don’t think you are. I love you for the way you guard your heart. I love you for every time you’ve given me shit right back. I love you for never backing down. I love you through all the times you can’t seem to catch your breath, and through every setback on the ice.”
“And you want to skate with me?”
I smile. “I want to do a lot more than just skate with you, Sierra.”
“You’re serious? Because I’m not nice. I overthink a lot. Sometimes I can barely breathe on my own. And if I’m not skating, Ispend a lot of time watching Dale Thunderman and knitting winter essentials.”
“Well, you’re skating with me. Let me think, so you can breathe. And I’ve become pretty fond of Dale and gloves. Is that all?”
“Probably not,” she mutters.
“Give me everything you got, Sierra, and I’ll show you how much I’d carry for you.”
This time when a tear falls onto Sierra’s cheek, she doesn’t brush it away. “I know it may seem like I don’t care the same way you do,” she says in a soft voice. One I barely ever hear her speak in. I prefer when Sierra is loud and unapologetic. I like her exactly the way she is. No amendment. “But I care if you’re hurt. I care if you feel like I’m pushing you away. I care a lot.”
“I know, baby.”
“Do you? Because I know you say you like that I can be kind of mean, but it won’t make me feel good if it hurts you.”
God, I love this girl. “Just you, Sierra. That’s all I want.”
“I know I haven’t said it back. Trust me, I know that makes me a shitty girlfriend, but I promise—”
“Don’t.” I cup her face between my hands. “I like you exactly as you are. Guarded heart and guarded words. There’s no time limit with us.”
“But I’d hate for you to think that I’m not in this as much as you. I am.”
“I know that. You never need to prove anything to me, Sierra. Let me be the one to take your guard down.” I take her hand and press it over my beating heart. The one that’s been going for her since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
To me, love isn’t something that fits into one neat box. I don’t love her the same way I love my parents. That love is complicated, broken, and tangled in old wounds, bound by unspoken conditions. The love I share with my friends is easy, unconditional, and full of care. Butthe love I feel for Sierra is different. It’s the rhythm of my heart, the air I breathe—it’s the love I hold closest. It’s simple, never fragmented, and it comes with only one condition: I’ll love her as long as she lets me, and probably forever after that—even if she doesn’t feel the same. This love isn’t about kisses or hand-holding or even sex. It’s something deeper, something that lives in my bones, earned through what I do, not just what I say.
Sierra curls into me like I’m something safe. “I’m afraid that this is all a dream, that soon I’ll open my eyes and you won’t be here anymore.”
I brush a soft tendril from her cheek. “If you want me to stand here every single day and tell you over and over that I care, that I’m proud of you, that I could never see you hurt, and that your dreams have become my dreams because you feel them so purely, I will. I’ll say it as loud or as gently as you want me to.” My knuckles skim her jawline. “With as many kisses as you want.” I lean in to softly press my lips to hers. “With as many hugs as you need.” I wrap her in my arms. “With every word I can think of. It’s all for you, Sierra.”
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