Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
TALLY
Cyrus’s forehead rests against mine, her deep blues shining down on me, clear enough to see all the emotions swimming within them. Love flickers deep, broadcasting it for anyone to see.
The stone appearance hasn’t been anywhere to be seen, since she came back. Since she’s been back, she’s actually allowed her emotions to be broadcasted over her features.
I can see the love radiating from the very pores of her being.
I want to hear her say it again. Need to hear her say it.
With us pressed so tightly together, I know she’ll hear the near whisper, even mixed within the rain soaking us to the bones. “Tell me you love me.”
Her grin widens, arms tightening, pressing me impossibly closer to her body. I love the way– despite our almost foot of height difference– we mesh together perfectly. No gap separating us, each hill and valley of one another lining up together.
This time I watch her lips move, as she says the words I’ve been dying to hear for months. “I love you, Tally.”
Happiness zings through my body, my heart picking up speed in my chest. “Again.”
A vibration moves through me as she silently laughs. “I love you and only you. You’re mine till the day I die, you’re my anchor.”
Both love and lust zip to life, bones rattling with the need to be even closer than we already are. Remove the clothes that are in my way of being completely pressed together.
“I love you more, dove.”
Rain slices over us, dousing us both, none of it matters in the face of our smiles and pure joy. If we’re wet already– and more than likely in more ways than one– we might as well take this into the pool. Finger fuck one another, whilst pressed against the rocks.
Slowly, and smugly, I pull away. Watching Cyrus’s grin fall into a pout once more. Seeing her pout is funny and rather adorable. Lips pressed out and furrowed brows.
I take a step back, pulling on the hem of my dress, lifting it just high enough to tease her with a fleeting glimpse of my pussy.
Cyrus’s features instantly drop, eyes trained on the dampness between my thighs. Her hands flexing at her sides with the need to grab me.
“Be a good girl, dove. Strip for me, I want you naked. Now.” Within a second she’s moaning and peeling out of her clothes, chucking them onto the dirt without a care.
I watch rain pellets race down her bare skin as she reveals more. Like a masterpiece painting. I want to catch each one with my tongue, lick over her skin, until she’s wet from me instead of the rain.
When she stands back up straight; her chest heaving, and her nipples tight with preemptive excitement. My mouth waters at the sight. The world could burst into ashes and I wouldn’t notice, I’m too fixated on her.
All I want is her.
My own need makes itself known, a smouldering fire burning beneath my skin. I need to peel my clothes off, the way they hang on my body is driving me insane. Especially when Cyrus is opposite me naked.
“Now strip me.” I barely recognise my own voice. Scratchy, lust fuelled.
Cyrus lunges for me, grabbing the hem of my dress and all but ripping it from my body. I'm sure I hear a seam catch, but a torn dress is currently the least of my worries. Then the borrowed undergarments are shoved down.
When she catches sight of how slick they are, her groan is deep, wild. Exactly how I want her.
With a swoosh, she drops to her knees. Now I’m the one letting out guttural groans. She peels my boots off and I can’t resist running my fingers through the dark strands of her hair, tugging gently.
“You look so damn good on your knees, dove.” I give her a harsher tug, exposing her throat to me. I watch it bob on a moan and goddamn I want to bite her pretty neck.
Giving another tug, I draw her to stand.
Her height quickly eclipses mine as she straightens and another rush flows through me.
Everything about her screams dominance– except those eyes.
Her eyes show me complete submission. It’s an extreme power trip having someone this powerful– this much taller and stronger than me– submitting to me.
And not just this once, she’s shown this submission every time.
I live for it.
I’m sure my grin is maniacal, whereas Cyrus’s timid smile is filled with love and passion.
Abandoning my grip on her hair, my fingers trace her cheek bone down to her jaw. Revelling in the way she shudders at the light caress. Her throat bobs, as my nails nick their way down her neck and dance across her collarbone.
Then I’m at her breasts, the roundness directly in my eye-line. They bounce softly with every shuddered intake. Her dark nipples taut with want. I nearly cave– nearly lean forward and wrap my lips around them– but not yet.
I want her yearning. I want her begging.
And she’s not there just yet.
Grinning wildly, I flick the diamond peek with my finger instead, backing away from her warmth as she lets out a surprised yelp.
My feet lead me closer to the pool, rain still pouring around us. The dopey grin has been replaced with a look of shock– jaw hanging open in indignation.
“What was that for?” She questions, still trying to right her jaw.
Giggling, I continue stepping back, letting the cool water lap at my feet. My eyes remain locked on hers as I go, watching how her shock morphs into confusion.
“Tally, what are you doing?”
Her quizzical look is to die for. So goddamn adorable when she scrunches her nose like that.
“We’re going for a swim, dove. Why else did you think we’d be getting undressed?” I tease. Her mouth works to think of a rebuttal but clearly decides against arguing as she nods.
She matches every step back I take with one of her own forwards. Her strides are far longer than mine, and she eats up space far quicker than I hoped she would.
Hands grip my hips once we’re both submerged, her shoulders still sticking out, whilst I tread water. Damn her and her damn height. She pulls me into her with ease, lips ghosting along my temple, down my cheek until her mouth is resting above my ear.
“Now what, love?”
The whisper is so gentle, the words caressing my skin until they land between my thighs, fanning the flames higher and brighter.
Need claws up my throat, as fingers tease along my sides, always a hair’s width from the places I need her before moving on again.
At this rate, I’ll be the one begging her.
Why was I dragging this out again?
“Tell me again.” I don’t elaborate what I mean, she knows as happiness swirls deeper in her eyes.
“I love you, love.”
Those words from her are like a drug. A pure shot of ecstasy to my heart, every time she utters them into existence.
“Then put those teasing fingers to good use, dove.” Somehow I avoid moaning the words, keeping some of the control I usually have. She doesn’t do so well, she whines as if she’s the one being touched, not me.
With a quick flick, her fingers glide through my glistening pussy lips, sending electric sparks through me.
My heart beats erratically, as I’m touched properly for the first time in months.
Apparently my little grinding session on her this morning, did absolutely nothing to quench the want coursing through my bones.
I cry out, the sound ringing out through the trees.
I fall into her, my mouth seeking out hers to mesh us together further.
Deft fingers spear me open, my head drops back and a guttural scream scares birds from the trees.
She wastes no time searching for the spot that’ll make me see stars, as her mouth drags a path down my neck.
Teeth, tongue and lips assaulting the skin there, lighting me up with raw sensation.
The coil in my lower stomach tightens, the desperate need to come vibrating through every atom of my being.
Fingers probe deeper, hitting the spongy wall that has my knees buckling.
But I need more.
I cry out, desperate to meet the finish line that Cyrus is pulling me towards. My fingers tingle with the need to feel her, even as they rest on her shoulders– her smooth, bronze skin soft and biteable under my finger tips.
I need her on my fingers. Immediately.
Fuck being in control, there’s too much emotion beneath the surface for both of us. This time, we come together.
Gliding my palms over her glistening skin, down to her breasts where her nipples are still tight. I take the mounds into my hands, squeezing them and pinching her taut buds, as her fingers continue to drive in and out of me.
The need to get her breaking apart for me– how I’m about to break apart for her– overtakes. Leaving one palm on her breast, the other skates down her flat stomach, over her trimmed hair before I locate her soaked pussy.
With little navigation, I circle her clit twice before delving two fingers into her tight, wet heat.
Whines pour over the skin of my neck, as Cyrus works her hips in time with her throat kisses. Her fingers curling deep within me– I match her stroke for stroke. Our moans bleeding into one as we wind higher and higher.
Done abusing my neck, Cyrus’s mouth collides with mine. Our tongues dance in a messy tangle. We lack coordination but it’s perfect. Her slick wet heat around my fingers and her hot mouth melted against mine.
One hand still on her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her other hand resides on my hip, slowly sliding lower to my arse, rocking my waist harder onto her fingers.
Her breath fans across my face, short and ragged pants, breaths that undoubtedly match my own across hers.
The weight of need is close to bursting. However, I’m not coming until she’s ready to come with me.
With a pant of air, Cyrus breaths, “I’m so close. Fuck… going to come.”
I let out a growl. “You come with me. Not a moment sooner.”
A whine escapes her, nodding as she agrees. “Tell me you’re close, love. Please. I need–”
Her begging is a direct hit to my nervous system, a gush of warm heat leaks between my thighs, leaving me panting the next command. “Now. Come now.”
Together, we detonate.
Screaming cries and deep moans mingle together, until I don’t know who’s making what sound. My vision blanks as I clamp around her fingers, her pussy tightening around my own fingers.
We cling to one another, out of oxygen and experiencing a high I’ve sorely missed and deeply needed.
Slowly my motor functions come back online, withdrawing my fingers from her slickness and clasping her even closer to me. When she removes her fingers from me, I whine.
Because when it comes to Cyrus, I’ll never have enough.
Eventually we descend enough to move– move enough to rest our foreheads together once more. The tip of her nose brushing softly against mine. No words are said but none are needed.
I can feel deep in my bones the adoration she’s pouring into me, as much as there’s a yearning for her to say ‘I love you’ a thousand times over– in this moment I feel it deeper than any words.
With our skin pressed together and the water lapping around us, I have no plan on going anywhere.
“It’s stopped raining.” Cyrus mutters low.
I huff a laugh, tracing my lips over hers once more. “I fucking love you, dove.”
Her grin is blinding even as she tries to kiss me. “And I love you infinitely more, Tally.”
We share another kiss, slow and steady. More grounding than lustful, but not any less passionate.
Eventually we pull apart and clean ourselves up before laying down on the bank, soaking up the sunshine. We talk as we cuddle together until the sunsets, bathing us in soft moonlight, and our stomachs grumble with the need for food.