Page 73 of Love You From Afar

I dip my head to kiss her, licking into her hot mouth as I devour her sweet taste. My lips roam from her jaw to her neck, planting hungry kisses across her velvety skin. I continue thrusting inside of her as my lips reach her chest, tugging a nipple into my mouth. I nibble and lick until I feel her pussy clench around my cock, gently releasing it to suck the other. Soft cries fall from her lips as I pull off the swollen bud with a pop.

“My angel,” I croak, brushing my lips against hers. When my balls start to tighten and a familiar heat fills my groin, I know I’m losing control. My chest heaves up and down with frantic breaths as my skin glistens with sweat. Suddenly, I feel hot drops of liquid slide over my mouth, the salty taste caressing my tongue. I don’t know if it's sweat or the mixture of our tears, but I kiss her deeper through the pain, mourning the loss of someone who’s still alive.

“Come with me, baby,” I rasp, pushing our foreheads together as my hips move frantically. She nods against my lips, her hands trembling as they cup my face. I kiss away a tear slipping down her cheek as I give her all of me.

Her pussy clenches around me at the same time I let go, my thrusts turning violent as I roar her name. A gasp falls from her open mouth as her core starts to clench and spasm around my cock, sucking me in like a vice.

“Everett,” she moans, riding out her orgasm as she rolls her hips in tandem with mine, meeting me thrust for fervent thrust.

“Fuck, Skylar,” I groan. My cock twitches as cum shoots out of me in thick ropes. I spill myself inside of her as my eyes screw shut, muffled grunts rumbling from my chest. I plant gentle kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and jaw as I slow my hips, savoring every second of having her like this.

When we finally catch our breath, I pull my spent cock from her pussy, my heart aching at the loss. I flip us over so I’m lying on my back with her small body sprawled out on top of me. She places sweet kisses across my collarbone before resting her head against my sweaty chest.

Instead of running to the bathroom, I hold her naked body against mine, caressing her back with the pads of my fingers. We’re not at all bothered by the fact that we’re laying in sticky sheets, covered in sweat and cum. We’re clinging to each other like we might disappear, our legs and arms intertwined in a tangle of trembling limbs. We’re too afraid to let go, too afraid to ever go back to a world where this doesn’t exist.

“It’s always been you,” she whispers, drawing constellations across my chest.

“It’s always been you,” I rasp, taking her hand in mine and placing soft kisses to each of her fingertips. “It will always be you, until my last breath.”

TWENTY-ONE

Skylar

I wake up the next morning to the sun gleaming through the window. My lips tilt up in a sleepy smile as I sling my arm across the bed, feeling for Everett. I reach for him, patting my hand across the mattress only to find empty sheets. I peel my eyes open, squinting from the sunlight as I sit up against the headboard. My eyes roam around the room, my brows etched together in confusion when the man in question is nowhere to be found.

Deciding to go look for him, I stretch my arms above my head as I let out a deep yawn before tossing the heavy covers off of my body. I sling my legs over the side of the bed, catching a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror across the room from me.

My wavy locks are the definition of sex hair, the dark strands wisping in every direction but straight. My lips are fuller than usual, swollen and flushed from hours of kissing. Passionate bruises trail down my neck to the hem of my shirt, battle scars from Everett’s persistent sucking and biting. The sight sends a familiar heat rushing to my core. I’m wearing an oversized t-shirt that Everett gave me to wear before we finally decided to get some sleep.

Last night.Oh my God, last night. I was so nervous when I knocked on Everett’s door, afraid he would turn me away. I was terrified that the tables had turned, that he would be the one to reject me. But instead, he embraced me with open arms and his whole heart, finally mending the massive hole in my chest that only he can fill. He made love to me with every thrust of his hips, every lingering touch, and every passionate kiss. We used the joining of our bodies to mourn the loss of time, savoring the indescribable feeling of reuniting with the keeper of your soul.

After we had sex, I laid on Everett’s chest for what felt like hours, just breathing in his woodsy scent. I repeatedly placed soft kisses across his chest, lazily mapping the lines of his body with the pads of my fingers. When my lips found his again, our bodies began writhing with need as Everett’s length hardened against my belly. His large hands surrounded my hips, lifting me until I sunk down on his aching cock.

The second time he took me, it was slower… less frantic. We took our time, reveling in being connected in the most intimate way, our lips only parting to gasp or breathe each other’s name. After we came down from another mind-blowing release, Everett carried me into the shower to clean us up. We only lasted about five minutes before our lips collided and Everett fucked me for the third time against the shower wall. Once we were clean and dry, we climbed into bed feeling sated and so satisfyingly exhausted. Everett held me close to him, cocooning me in his warmth as we kissed until we lost track of time. The last thing I remember before sleep pulled me under was being nestled against his warm chest as he brushed gentle kisses across my forehead.

The strong smell of coffee distracts me from my thoughts as my feet move of their own accord into the hallway. The wooden floors creak beneath my feet as I walk into the kitchen. My eyes dart to the left, finding Everett sitting at the small dining table, his brows pinched together in thought as he stares down at the steaming cup of coffee nestled between his hands. He finally lifts his head when I take another step into the kitchen, his expression immediately softening.

His gaze slowly sweeps across my body, sending warm shivers down my spine. He lifts the mug to his lips, casually sipping on his coffee as we study each other like we’re reading the morning news. Surprisingly, it’s not at all awkward like the morning after is supposed to feel. It’s just… new, like the exciting feeling of exploring a new home. You walk in and see nothing but bare floors and empty walls, but your vision of what it could be is exhilarating. It’s uncharted territory and for the first time, we’re navigating it together.

“I made coffee,” Everett mutters in a gravelly tone, his lips tilting up in a soft smile.

God, he’s so beautiful it hurts.A golden-brown curl flops against his forehead, his hair messy from my hands. I can almost feel my fingers tangling through the thick strands. The stubble on his cheeks seemed to have grown overnight, making him look ruggedly handsome. His bare chest glistens as sunlight beams through the kitchen window, his tan skin a perfect canvas for my lips. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants, which are hanging deliciously low on his hips.

“Thank you,” I smile, walking towards the counter to grab the mug he set out for me. “It smells heavenly,” I add while dousing the black liquid with cream and sugar.

Either Everett doesn't hear me, or he chooses not to respond. Since my back is turned to him, I convince myself that it’s the former of the two. Silence fills the small kitchen while I stir my coffee, the spoon clanking against the ceramic mug. I lift the cup to my lips, taking a small sip to test the sweetness. I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste before adding another heaping spoon of sugar. Once I’m satisfied with the taste, I walk to the table to join Everett. I pull out the chair diagonal from him, the wooden legs screeching across the floor as I take a seat.

“You’re awfully quiet this morning,” I say with a hint of amusement.

He sighs, staring down at the table as he taps his thumbs against his coffee mug.

My heart drops straight to my stomach at his lack of words. I guess we truly did wake up on different sides of the bed this morning. It’s clear that he regrets what happened last night… I can see the guilt etched across his face. I clear my throat, swallowing down the embarrassment of thinking that he woke up with the same clarity as me.

“I feel so stupid,” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Why would you say that?” His gaze finally snaps up to meet mine.

“When I woke up this morning, I thought you would be next to me,” I exhale a deep breath before continuing.

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