Chapter 51
Chapter Fifty-One
TALLY
I wake up on my own. The bed is cold beside me and there’s no trace of Cyrus in the room.
My throat tightens at the thought of her leaving me, until I remember this is her room. She’ll be back.
Hope is a fragile thing.
I’m about to get up and attempt to find something to wear in Cyrus’s wardrobe, when she comes back in the room. When her eyes meet mine and she realises I’m awake, she tackles me to the bed with a kiss.
Her lips mould with mine, her weight on top of me delicious. My toes curl as her tongue dances with mine. Butterflies riot in my stomach.
Eventually we part for air, foreheads rested together, as she grins what is possibly the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on her pretty face.
“Just because you gave me an amazing kiss, doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for letting me wake up alone.” I sass, fully knowing it’ll get Cyrus to make it up to me.
But her grin only grows wider. “Oh, I think the reason I had to leave early will definitely make up for it.”
She kisses me again, her tongue running along the seam of my mouth, begging for entrance. But she hasn’t told me her reason yet. Instead of letting her in, I opt for pushing her away. “Oh, do tell me what was so important you had to leave.”
She places dozens of little kisses along my face, starting at my forehead, down the bridge of my nose and across my cheeks. In between each kiss she tells me, “I had–” kiss, “To talk to–” kiss, “Amara about–” kiss, “Something–” kiss, “Really important.”
I try to contain my eye roll, but it’s impossible. “About what?”
She sits up on her elbows, using the slight space to watch me with rapt attention. “About how you’ll never have to wake up without me again.”
Confusion swirls within me, “What do you mean? The ship leaves in a week.”
“Yup– well six days now, actually– but I won’t be on it.”
Confusion turns into bright sparks of hope.
I need her to say the words out loud, I need the physical evidence to make this all feel real. “Meaning?”
“Tally, love, I’m staying. For good.”
Pure glee rushes through my blood, dousing any last remnants of concern and fear. “You’re staying?”
“Yes, I’m staying with you.”
This time, I’m the one to pull her down onto me, meshing my lips with hers and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She’s not leaving.
She’s not fucking leaving.
The kiss is sloppy as we battle our tongues against one another, teeth clashing on more than one occasion.
I can’t believe she’s choosing to stay. Choosing me.
The feeling of being chosen is like a drug to my system.
Lust pools between my thighs and I’m incredibly grateful I didn’t bother getting dressed.
Sliding my hands into her hair, I keep her mouth pinned to mine, repeatedly chanting she’s staying to myself.
When the need for oxygen becomes too much, I use her hair to pull her away from me.
“You’re really staying?”
“I’m really staying. I love you.”
Hearing those three little words again, sends pleasant shockwaves over me. “Hell, I love you too, dove.”
I peck her lips once more before pushing her away. “But I still haven’t forgiven you for leaving me.”
“And what can I do to make it up to you?” Her pupils blow out in preparation for her next order.
Pulling her hair again, I drag her south. “Get your mouth on my pussy, dove.”
She groans and goes willingly, moving her body with the drag of my hand, leaving nipping bites along my skin as she goes.
When she reaches my mound, she leaves dozens more butterfly kisses there. Driving me to the brink of insanity when she gets close to my weeping pussy, just to move away and kiss a different patch of skin.
My hips grind up into her face, although it doesn't stop her from continuing with her languid kissing ritual, making me soak myself in anticipation.
She keeps going, kissing around my hips and inner thighs, leaving occasional nips and sucks– never getting close enough to my pussy. And frankly, I’m too frustrated to let her have her fun any longer.
“Eat my fucking pussy now, Cyrus.” The words are a growl, frustration and need ebbing out of every fibre of my being.
With one last kiss to my mound, she trails her tongue from my clit to my hole. Stretching me open with the end of her tongue and lapping up the mess I made of myself. The air is filled with my gasps and moans, as she works me over.
Two fingers replace her tongue, curling and scissoring me open. Her mouth moves to my clit, sucking the nub and flicking simultaneously. It takes her seconds to have me close to the brink. Working me over with such precision, and after all the teasing, I’m ready to erupt.
“Fuck, you eat pussy so damn good, dove.”
With fingers still threaded through her hair, I push her into my pussy harder, giving her no choice but to devour me the way I desperately need her too.
Blood rushes in my ears and my heart thumps wildly, bashing against my ribs in time with Cyrus’s punishing fingers. My brain short circuits, giving away to lust, and the need to soak Cyrus’s face.
Pressure builds low in my middle.
Sparks radiate over my flesh.
“I’m going to–” I don’t finish my sentence, as a torrent of cum squirts out of me. Cyrus moans, lapping up every drop I give her, prolonging my orgasm and having me see literal stars.
Even as I come apart, Cyrus doesn’t stop her fingers, sending me spiralling again. Her tongue laps around my hole, teasing the edges of her fingers, taking everything that I give her with moans of pleasure.
Slowly, I come back down to earth, using my grip in her hair to pull her away from my throbbing core.
Her mouth and chin drip with my cum. Her lips turned upwards as she licks my essence off them. She’s so fucking hot. Dragging her up to my mouth, locking mine with hers, winding our tongues together and tasting myself.
Now, I want to taste her, mix the taste of us together on my tongue. But her damn clothes are still in the way.
Abandoning the grip on her hair, I shove her shoulders, pushing her off. “Strip off.”
Immediately, she jumps up and pulls off her shirt, before dropping her trousers to the floor. Leaving her completely bare.
“No undergarments, dove? How naughty of you.”
“I was in a rush to get ready without waking you up.” She shrugs. “Besides, I knew once I got back, I’d be getting undressed again.”
Cheeky bitch.
Gathering her hair in my fist again, I bring her mouth down on mine. Her knees instantly bend to allow for our height difference. Hands slide around my waist, hefting me into her body, moulding me perfectly to her frame and lifting me so she doesn’t have to bend.
Pulling away, I stare into her eyes. Deep ocean eyes are swallowed by the dark expanse of her pupils.
“Get on the bed. Chest down and arse up.”