Page 116 of The Girl I Once Loved

He eats at me from this angle, his mouth and chin covered in my wetness, my hips jerking against his face as he pushes me into another devastating orgasm.

As soon as I’ve come down, he slides his cock through my core, slowly pushing it inside me. I'm overstimulated and swollen from the two orgasms, making him feel bigger, harder.

"Fuck. You’re so tight," he moans as he continues to push, stretching me to the point of euphoric pain.

Once he's sheathed all the way in, he pauses for a moment. I grip onto the sheets, trying to move against him.

He pulls back and then slams back in, pushing my body forward. His hands grip my hips as he slams in and out of me, forcing a cry from my lips every time.

"Fuck, baby, I love you," he swears as his tongue licks up my spine.

He continues to thrust into me, one of his hands slipping between my legs, massaging my clit. Another orgasm shoots through me, and he growls as he follows me over the edge, filling me with shooting streams of his hot cum.

I collapse onto the bed, with him still inside me, and he carefully moves over me, until he's enveloped me in his entire body, peppering sweet kisses across my skin.

"I love you," he whispers again as he holds me in his arms.

A tear slips down my cheek, because I'm so damn happy.

I love him so much.

And this time, nothing holds me back from telling him.

“I love you, too.”

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The night before our departure to New Zealand, Daisy and I decide to have one last sister sleepover. We clear out my room, covering the floor with blankets and pillows, ready to relive our childhood for one more night. The room is adorned with fairy lights, casting a warm and cozy glow, just like the many sleepovers we had enjoyed growing up.

As we settle down amidst the soft blankets, playful banter and laughter flow freely between Daisy and me. We reminisce about our shared memories and inside jokes, relishing every moment.

"Do you remember the time we tried to bake that cake for Mom's birthday and you ended up covered head to toe in flour because I dropped the bowl on your head?" Daisy chuckles.

I grin. "Yeah, and then you decided it made sense to try and convince Mom that someone broke into the house, and their only crime was to cover me in flour. Made a lot of sense," I drawl with a roll of the eye.

She snorts and lays back on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on her face.

We have a huge spread of our favorite snacks surrounding us, and I grab some chips, stuffing them in my mouth.

“Whatcha thinking about?” I finally ask when I’m done chewing, noticing she’s gone quiet on me.

She glances over.

“It feels like the end of an era,” she says softly, playing with the ends of her hair, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

“You did decide to get married on me,” I joke, staring at the new addition on my hand that signifies I’ll be following her sometime soon. “And Ihavebeen gone for seven years.”

“Yeah, but for some reason, that doesn’t seem as big as this. Maybe because I didn’t really have time to prepare for you to leave last time. And now I do.”

My immediate response is to feel guilty for the past, but I do my best to push that away. I’m a constant work in progress with that, but I am in progress.

"I'm going to miss you like crazy, Sky."

I nod, my own emotions swelling within me. "I'll miss you too, Daisy. You're not just my sister; you're my best friend."

Tears well up in Daisy's eyes, and she blinks them away. "You've always been there for me, Skylar. Through thick and thin. And I want you to know that no matter how far apart we are, I'll always be here for you."

I reach out and squeeze her hand, our fingers interlocking like they always do when we need to draw strength from each other. "I know, Daisy. And I'll be just a call or a message away. We'll still have our late-night chats, even if they're from opposite sides of the world."

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