Page 71 of The Girl I Once Loved

But just as I find myself pleading for mercy, Sky’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she shouts out my name, her pussy squeezing my cock with her orgasm, and I have no choice but to follow her over the cliff.

Not that I’m surprised.

I’d follow Sky anywhere given the chance.

I let my head fall to her chest, leaving my cock inside her, even as I feel my cum starting to drip down her thighs and onto my bedsheets. Her rapid heartbeat matches my own, and for a few seconds I just lay there, feeling the sting of hot tears threatening to come out.

Because in this very second—I’m whole.

I’m not broken or lost.

I’m not living with half a heart.

I’m complete—because of her—my Sky.

“Noah?” she whispers after both of us have caught our breath.

I lift my chin up and instantly frown when I see the wheels in her head have begun to turn, second guessing herself, and most likely, regretting her impulse—regretting what we’ve just done.

“No,” I demand. “Don’t. Don’t do that. Not now.”

She turns her head to the side, tears starting to swell at the corner of her eyes.

Gently, I grip her chin and pull her to look at me.

“No words. Just this. Just us,” I choke out, using the same words she did when she stepped into my loft.

“No words,” she whispers back hesitantly.

“No words,” I repeat softly. “Don’t overthink this.”

Her jaw goes agape for a split second but then closes into a fine line.

“I said stop.”

“You can’t order me around, you know?” she counters, making my tense muscles relax instantly when I hear the familiar hint of our old ways.

This type of banter is good. Means that she doesn't regret what we just did.

And if I play my cards right, she never will.

“Are you sure about that?” I arch a teasing brow.

“Very,” she quips.

“Hmm. A challenge.” I grin, sliding down her body ready for our second round since our first went faster than I would have wanted it to.

This time, I’m going to take my time. I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of her skin, nibble her flesh with my teeth and mark her as mine.

I start to kiss a trail down her chest, but before my mouth can latch onto her pink nipple, Sky grabs me by the scruff of my chin and pulls my gaze onto hers.

“No words. Just us. Just this,” she says steadfastly, making sure I understand the true meaning behind her chosen phrase.

In other words, her body might be on the table—but not her heart.

That remains off limits to me, and most likely, always will be.

I’m just an itch she needs to scratch.

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