pumps quicker and deeper now, and when a sensual groan spills from his lips and I feel him come inside me, I moan, tugging his lips down to mine, and kiss him, losing myself in him.
We stay like that for a while, our lips and bodies connected, but each of us no longer moving. Slowly, he slides out, and I hiss in pain. I feel sore between my legs. It suddenly feels oddly barren and empty down there without him inside me. Such an odd sensation.
He hovers over me, each hand planted on either side of my head, effectively caging me in. Endymion stares down at me with such heat and a lingering softness in his eyes, it’s a complete contradiction, but regardless, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into him. Both of our chests are still heaving, and I take this time to commit every part of this moment to memory. The way his hungry eyes rake across my face, taking my features in. The way the light of the moon catches on the perspiration dotted along his forehead. The way the entire night suddenly seems as if it belongs to just the two of us.
Unable to contain it, a bright smile spreads across my face, and my heart skips a beat when his does the same. He’s always had the most handsome smile. Dipping his head down, he kisses me gently, his tongue parting my lips and softly stroking my tongue. He’s hypnotizing. He’s all-consuming. He’s everything I knew he would be, yet somehow, he’s so much better. So much bigger. So much more.
With a final peck, he drops down beside me, pulling me onto him. I go willingly, relishing in the feel of his warm chest beneath my head. After sometime, we both dress, and much to my surprise, he falls back onto the grass, taking me with him. My eyes flutter closed, and I listen to the sound of his pounding heart and his heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. I don’t know how long we spend lying there, staring up at the sky, stargazing.
At some point, while his fingers are running through my hair, I must’ve fallen asleep because I come to when I realize I’m being lifted into someone’s arms. Slowly, I rouse, blinking up at End through sleep-bleary eyes as he carries me from the creek. The trees and the sky hang above him like a beautiful backdrop, and the moon follows him as though she, too, is chasing him, trying to get a glimpse of what comes next.
“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice groggy with sleep.
His answering chuckle is raspy. It hits me in places that take my breath away. “It’s getting cold out. I should probably get you home.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I nuzzle back into the warmth of his chest, never wanting him to let go.
“I live on Sunflower Lane.” I yawn.
“I know, beautiful girl.”
I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow after he carried me home. One second, I was walking inside the house, wearing a huge smile on my face, and the next, I was crawling into bed feeling like a brand-new person.
I lost my virginity to the man I’ve been in love with for what feels like all my life. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and see what comes next—where the future takes us. Sure, he doesn’t have a lot in his life figured out, but I am sure that what happened tonight has changed everything.
The next morning, after showering and eating breakfast, I make my way toward End’s house. There is an extra unsuspecting pep in my step, not to mention, a sting between my legs. With each throb, I think of last night. I swear I can still feel him inside me. The moment was magical; it was what I had waited years for. A constant heat swirls in my chest, billowing and spreading with each breath. A lasting impression from last night, I suppose.
I pause on his doorstep, flattening my hair to make sure I look okay before summoning the courage to ring his doorbell. I spent a little extra time getting ready this morning. I don’t usually bother with makeup, mainly because I tend to look like I have a perpetual blush and red lip going, but today, I took extra time with my hair and put on mascara. I didn’t put too much thought into my outfit and just settled on a pair