Sitting up, I placed my hands on his face and my forehead against his. “I love you, Gale. I love you deeply.”
He kissed my lips slowly, and when he kissed my neck, I gripped his hair, closing my eyes.
“Does that mean you are not holding back anymore?”
“Having you here was exactly what I was holding back for,” he whispered, and before I could reply, his lips were back on mine. I wanted to ask something or, at the very least, say something witty in return, but with each kiss, a thousand words vanished from my mind until I had no words at all. Only moans.
Quickly, between heated kisses, between our tongues desperately interlocking, I was able to get him out of his shirt.
With the clothes gone and both of us naked, pressed up against each other, Gale reached between my thighs, stroking me gently at first before inserting his fingers in me.
“By God, you are beautiful,” he replied, his cock hard, long, and eagerly waiting to take over from his hands.
I wanted to touch him too.
“I want you,” I whispered, then kissed his shoulder and the base of his neck.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore...” He pulled his hands from me and spread my thighs. I held on to him, trying to brace myself, but even still, the force in which he thrust himself inside of me made my back arch.
“Oh, Gale.” My mouth dropped open, and pain and pleasure—but mostly pleasure—ran through me.
He gave me only a moment to adjust before once more slamming deep inside me. My toes curled, and feeling him in me left me shaking.
Oh, God...it felt too good. “Gale.”
I was in love with her.
Which was why there was a small part of me that felt guilty for taking her this way—slightly drunk and upset, burying my pain in her body. But a much bigger part of me was intoxicated by her...by the pleasure of feeling her holding me tightly, pulling me, daring me to go harder, to go deep inside of her.
When she somehow managed to flip us over to now be on top of me, her breasts bouncing before me, there was no doubt in my mind I was in heaven. Reaching up, I held on to her breast, pinching her nipples, wanting them in my mouth.
“Gale...” She moaned out my name, and it was enough to drive me mad.
Siting up, holding on to her thighs, I brought her down as I slammed up into her.
“Gale, I...I...”
I silenced her moans and words, taking her mouth into mine.
“Ah!” She moaned, trembling as she came.
“Fuck.” I hissed. I held on to her as I thrust harder and harder until my vision blurred, all of me stilled as I came inside her.
We stayed there for a moment, covered in sweat and holding each other, catching our breath for a moment before our eyes met. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was too captivated by the sight of her to form words.
As if she knew, she kissed my lips. Gently, we lay back onto the bed, and I brushed the curls from her face, smiling.
“Odette.”
“Yes?”
“Nothing, I cannot think. I simply wished to say your name.”
“Good,” she whispered as she slowly pulled off me, resting beside me on the bed. It was so close, but not close enough. I missed the feel of her. Pulling her back to my body, I kissed her shoulder blade. We stayed in silence, gently touching and kissing one another. I waited for sleep to come, but I was far too aware of her.
And the more time that passed, the more I found myself wanting her again. How had I managed to go so long without sex?
Was it grief?
If so, she stole almost all of it out of me.
I want her.
I need her.
“Gale?”
“Hmm?” I glanced over to meet her gaze, but I shouldn’t have. Those eyes of hers could bring me to my knees.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I replied, cupping her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“You stopped moaning,” I replied, kissing her once more, rolling over on top of her.
“Then make me moan again,” she said when our lips parted.
“Happily,” I whispered, kissing down her body.
I felt so much better now.
I felt more at peace now with her in my arms than I ever thought possible. Even the sound of her breathing was comforting. Was that normal? I did not know. That was the reason why I sat outside her door, to begin with. When my mother found