Page 47 of Seven Lost Summers
I watch his shoulders sag forward toward her as he stays buried deep, coming hard.
I don’t have to ask, I know she feels every brutal pulse of it. Fuck, he’s beautiful like this.
He’s still spilling, dragging his cock slowly out of Bianca’s ass before pushing back in, riding it out like he can’t stop. As if he needs to empty every last drop.
Bianca whimpers on top of me, her body twitching between us.
I take in the way his hand sprawls across her back, the way he groans one last time before going still. His breathing is rough as his gaze stays locked on where we’re joined.
Slowly, he pulls out, his breath catching with a sharp hiss and a muttered, “Fuck.”
His hands linger on her hips, thumbs pressing into the curve of her ass like he doesn’t want to let go.
Bianca’s chest heaves, hair falling around her face in a sweaty halo. She’s trembling, and I can’t tell if it’s from what we did, or from how hard she came.
Nate leans over her, dragging his mouth along her spine, kissing the back of her shoulder.
“You were fucking amazing,” he breathes. “The way you took both of us.”
I nod, still stunned.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I rasp.
She lets out a soft sound, something between a laugh and a broken moan, but doesn’t lift her head.
She lands on her back between us, legs still spread, pussy slick and swollen, eyes glassy and blown wide with whatever the fuck we just gave her. I can’t stop staring.
While Nate crosses the room to toss the condom in the trash, I reach out, pushing her hair back from her face. My fingers tremble.
She looks at me, and something in my chest cracks open.
And I kiss her.
It’s not rushed. It’s everything I haven’t figured out how to say yet.
She sighs into my mouth, one hand brushing over my chest.
And fuck, I don’t want to stop.
When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against hers and breathe her in.
I get it now.
Why Nate chased pussy as if it were oxygen. For a year, he tried to drag me into his world. Told me to stop wasting my dick. Said it would fix the fucked-up shit in my head. Promised the scars wouldn’t burn every time someone got too close.
I told him to fuck off. Every time. I didn’t want it. Didn’t see the point. But now I fucking get it. Now I know what it means to lose yourself in something too good to survive. To finally let go.
This isn’t only about sex.
This is her.
The way she sees me. Pussy was never the missing piece. It was always her.
And fuck, now I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.
When the kiss breaks, Nate’s already climbing back onto the bed. He drops beside her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then another to her cheek. His hand drifts over her ribs, and he looks at her like she’s something sacred.
“You were fucking amazing,” he says, his voice more honest in those four words than I’ve heard in years.
