Chapter 27 #2
I refused to admit that I watched his ass the entire time his back was turned to me. Just as the lights switched off, I finally lay on my back, covering myself with the blankets.
The bed didn’t smell like him. It smelled more like sandalwood incense than anything else.
The blinds in front of the window right by the bed were open, letting the moon shine through, illuminating a secure path for Crescent to come back to me.
He shifted under the blankets, wrapping an arm under me.
I settled close to him, our noses damn near touching, and just stared. Simply stared at the man I’d lived an entire lifetime with. The man who held so many of the same memories I did, just in a different body. When we were close like this, I could feel our hearts beating for each other.
Every beat responded to the other’s, singing a lullaby to soothe our souls. The blood in my veins leaped and jumped, trying to get to him. Our bodies were meant to meld. Our hearts were two halves, always meant to come together and make a whole. Our souls were meant to exist in the same space.
I looked into his eyes, a smile seemingly permanent on my lips. Crescent was beautiful, with the moon as his light. There was a glow around his head, almost as bright and pure as the daisies I’d picked in the park. Maybe I was the yellow middle holding all of his petals in place.
He still had earbuds in his ears, and I almost wanted to take them out. To seewhat could possibly have been playing in them all the time. But I didn’t.
I let Crescent be himself, just as he let me.
Our new selves, basking in the presence of the other.
My heart fluttered, swelling three times its size as I caressed the curve of his nose with my eyes, the planes of his cheekbones, and the individual hairs on his chin.
Resting my palm on his cheek, just as he always did to me, I pulled him forward, making our lips meet.
This time, I made sure it wasn’t chaste. The moment I felt his tongue touch my lips, I opened, letting him in. It wasn’t enough. Nothing with Crescent was ever enough.
Our souls tugged and pulled, our hands moving with them. I shifted, not fully separating us, but kissing across his cheek, his jawline, and trailing down his neck. Hearing his breath hitch in my ears, feeling his chest inflate, only to get stuck for a moment, felt like angels singing.
“El,” he whimpered, his voice ragged and deep.
My cock pressed against my shorts, my palms mapped every inch of his exposed skin, and my tongue tasted the salty sweat beading along his neck. Pure ecstasy. A drug nobody had ever been able to create.
Crescent’s hands roamed up my side, gripping me. “El, wait.”
I stopped immediately, shifting so I could look down at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m very okay.” He was nearly panting, his breath coming so quickly I started to worry he might faint. “I just—you’re the first person I’ve ever… you know.”
“Ever what?”
“Done anything with. Or kissed. I just thought you should know that.”
I blinked. And then I blinked again. “Me? Only me?”
He looked away, his body physically shrinking into the bed. “Yeah. Is that, um, bad?”
“No, no, it isn’t bad. Absolutely not, honey. I’m just surprised. And honored.” I cupped his cheek, gently turning his face back to me. “I’m honestly fucking honored. And happy. And so many more things I can’t even comprehend.”
The side of his lip turned up. “Really?”
“Are you kidding me? Yes, really. Thank you for telling me.”
Nodding, he wrapped his hand around mine, which was on his cheek. “I’m happy too, you know. That you’re my first with everything. I don’t think it was meant to be anyone else, really.”
“I don’t think so either.”
“We can, um, keep going. If you want to do more.”
I was already shaking my head. “We can go slow, honey. I don’t mind.”
“No, like.” As he cleared his throat, I could tell his cheeks were getting red under the moonlight shining through the window. Beautiful. “I want to. If you do. Just, maybe something light? Since you know, my siblings are nearby. And I have no idea how good I am at keeping myself quiet.”
“I wasn’t going to propose anal, Cres. Don’t worry.” I slid my hand from his cheek, scraping over his beard and down his neck, resting it on his chest. “I could… suck you off, maybe?”
His heart beat faster beneath my palm. A lot faster. “Y-yeah. That sounds good.”
“Are you sure?”
He took his earbuds out, setting them on the nightstand beside the bed. “Very much so, Sunshine. Very much so.”
I gave him a fiery kiss, pouring every ounce of my excitement into it, and promising him with my tongue that I’d make it worth it.
My tongue didn’t stop with his, though. It begged to taste every inch of him, the tip of it following a path down his neck and across his chest. I lavished all of him, not leaving a single part untouched.
Unlicked. Unloved. I circled my tongue around his nipple, sucking it lightly, smiling to myself about each moan that vibrated from his chest.
His other nipple got the same treatment until he was squirming beneath me, gasping and groaning my name quietly.
I said an apology in my head to his siblings in case they heard, but truly, I didn’t care.
How could I, when Crescent’s hands were struggling to stay off me?
He grabbed at me, only to pull them away, only to grab at me again in an indecisive cycle.
I licked down the center of his chest, all the way to his belly button, sliding my hands along his arms to keep them from latching onto me again.
Just above it, I kissed his skin, sucking it into my mouth, lavishing him with everything I could. I wanted to taste all of him. I wanted to remember how his skin felt on my tongue for the rest of my life.
It’d been a very long time since I’d done something like this. I refused to let this moment go to waste.
The trail of hair was one of my favorite parts of Crescent’s body.
I grabbed the waistband of his pajamas, looking up at him for permission.
I didn’t dare move until he nodded enthusiastically.
Crescent looking down at me like that? Powerful.
So fucking powerful in an entirely different way than I’d ever imagined.
Being the one to appreciate him like this was so fulfilling, I didn’t think anything else could ever top it. I pulled his pants down, letting him kick them off before settling right between his legs.
I worshipped his cock through his briefs, suckling on the tip, stroking him through the fabric, running my hands up and down his thighs.
A bright, colorful horizon after a stormy day. Birds of every color, chirping from their perches. Thousands of swirls of every color I could possibly think of. They all exploded before me, falling in the form of petals and feathers and everything that made us us.
The first press of his cock on my tongue without fabric between us was heavenly. Perfect. Crescent’s hands found their place on my head, not pushing or grabbing, just resting there as he tried his hardest to stay quiet. His head was against the pillows, writhing in time with the rest of his body.
I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, groaning as small drops of precum dribbled onto my taste buds. Was it odd to say he tasted like my future? Because he did.
Crescent Miller was everything I’d ever needed, even if I hadn’t known it before.
Pulling my mouth off his dick, I stroked him as I sucked on one of his balls. His thighs tightened, and so did his grip on my head. “El, baby. Oh, fuck.” He was trying so hard to whisper, but he was failing so far.
I looked up at him, surprised to see him looking at me too. We didn’t take our eyes off each other, even as I sucked his cock back into my mouth, deeper this time. I watched his face scrunch, his eyebrows pulling down as he bit his lip through every moan.
His hips were thrusting languidly, sliding him against my tongue at the pace he decided on. I didn’t dare look away, letting him feel what I was feeling through my eyes. Letting him see just how much I adored him. How much I cared about him.
After years of heartless love and loveless sex, I finally knew what I’d been missing out on. Unconditional, limitless, genuine connection through the soul.
I think I loved Crescent before I ever knew what love was.
My hips thrust against the mattress as I moaned against his dick, my eyes falling shut. I couldn’t stop myself. Not with so many things in my body happening at the same time.
“I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.” Crescent’s voice was almost squeaky, rising higher in pitch with each word.
I hummed against him, sucking him deep, letting him hit the back of my tongue and throat.
I wanted it. I needed it. He let out a long, deep groan, his hips thrusting a final time as cum started to spurt against the back of my throat.
I swallowed around him, drinking as much of it as I could before it threatened to dribble out of my mouth.
My entire body tensed, the muscles in my thighs tightening as I drove myself into the mattress.
Within seconds, all the tension was released, and I was gyrating against whatever was below me.
My eyes were squeezed shut so tightly, I began to see colors from all the different paintings I’d done in my life.
“Holy fuck, El. Did you just—”
“Oh yeah.” I was panting, my lungs seizing for breath. “Sure did, Cres. Sure fucking did.”
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”
“You could say that again.”
For the first time in my life, I was truly, genuinely complete. No matter how scary, sad, or heartbreaking the past was, I had him with me for the future. A future with a whole lot of new memories and a whole lot of kissing.