Chapter 42 #2
She breaks the kiss too soon and takes my free hand, guiding me slowly down to the bonfire in front of Van-essa. There are two camping chairs in front of the fire, and she motions me to sit in one.
She opens two beers for us and hands me one before sitting in the other chair. It’s silent. The only sounds are the waves, the crackling fire, and the low hum of “Afterglow” by Ed Sheeran from the radio.
The firelight illuminates the side of her face while she looks out at the ocean, and I’m mesmerized by her beauty.
“You’re staring, Casper.” Sloan smiles before she sips her beer, only now looking back at me.
“Fuck yes, I’m staring. You look beautiful tonight. You always do,” I tell her honestly, then watch her cheeks tinge red.
Fucking adorable.
She taps her knee, and I can’t help but smile to myself about how nervous she is. We were together so many times, mostly alone, and right now, she acts as if it was the first time.
Well, technically, it is.
“The stars are coming out,” she observes, looking up at the sky before standing. “I brought your camera. I’ve no idea if the Milky Way is around anywhere, but you could try—” She starts as she walks past me, but I reach out and grab her hips, pulling her into my lap.
“I don’t give a fuck about the camera,” I tell her softly, letting my thumb stroke over her bottom lip, which stayed slightly open after her gasp of surprise at my move.
I lean in to kiss her birthmark, nose, and other cheek.
“The only thing I want to capture is your lips.” I’m about to lean in and do that when she giggles, making me stop and raise an eyebrow at her.
“That one was bad.” She giggles softly once more.
I grin at her, my fingers threading through her hair while I pull her head back slightly. “Shut up,” I murmur, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers.
I think I’ve already kissed her a million times since I woke up but never like this.
The tingles that used to spread everywhere we touched now seem to form an overwhelming one centered in my chest. Sloan’s hands thread in my hair, pulling me to her, making me groan into the kiss and squeeze her hips.
I nibble on her bottom lip while her tongue glides over my top one.
She tastes like my favorite beer and smells like coconut, making me almost lose it already.
We kiss as if we have to catch up on a lifetime of kisses.
Which we do.
We lean back to catch our breaths after a long while, which is still a funny feeling. Breathing, holding my breath.
After years that felt like drowning, she taught me how to breathe again.
I look around, noticing that it’s dark and the bonfire is out.
How long have we been out here?
Sloan smiles at my expression, but she shivers. I spy goose bumps on her neck, and they aren’t from our kiss. “You’re cold.”
She nods. “Should we go inside? I have a working heater, you know.”
I laugh as she stands, reaching out a hand to help me get up.
Then we climb into the van, closing the door behind us.
Putting my crutch down on the van floor takes longer than I like to admit, and I almost choke on a breath when I come up again, turning to Sloan, who stands in front of me in just her underwear.
Beautiful black lace bra and underwear.
“How about you slip into something more comfortable, like me,” she jokes, biting her lips, trying hard not to laugh, but it seems like my brain just short-circuited, and the joke goes right over my head.
She smiles before she tugs on my sweatshirt, so I reach behind and grab the back of the collar, pulling it over my head. I still have a white T-shirt underneath, and she lets her finger glide under it, dragging her nails down my stomach and making me groan.
“Off,” she whispers, her eyes hooded while she pulls it up my body. I lose it quickly, tossing it on the floor before moving straight in to kiss her while I push down my sweatpants, leaving us standing there in our underwear.
She pushes me gently with a hand on my chest so I sit on the edge of the bed, then moves to straddle me. Tonight is important for us. We waited so long to have each other like this.
I feel like I waited for this moment my whole existence.
She always had me. But this is different.
This is real.
And the way it will be for us from now on. This is the start of the life I dreamed to have with her. This is why I fought so damn hard to keep her.
To live.
These last six months have been out of this world for me. I feel alive every time I see her. She gives me more than I ever thought I could have again.
Placing her forearms on my shoulders, her slender fingers caress the back of my neck, fidgeting with the hair at my nape.
“I love your hair,” she whispers.
“I love you,” I shoot right back, leaning in to steal another kiss.
Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I draw her closer, her lace-clad pussy now pressing against my cock in my boxers.
I want to be inside her so badly. I’ve waited months for this moment, but I don’t want to rush things.
I want to enjoy every second of us being together, drawing it out, even if it kills me.
I gently tip her chin up with my forefinger, making sure her eyes are on mine, as my other hand moves down to cup her amazing ass.
“What’s wrong, Boo?” I ask because she still seems fidgety on my lap.
“I-I’m nervous,” she admits, smiling shyly while playing with my hair. “We waited so long for this, and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
I huff a laugh.
Disappointed with the most beautiful woman and the love of my life?
Not possible.
“Slo…” I cup her cheek and caress it with my thumb, “… I haven’t had sex in eight years. I think I’m the one who’s going to disappoint you when I come after two seconds when I’m finally inside you.”
She giggles, and it makes my heart lighter.
“You could never disappoint me,” she vows, with her nails in my hair, stroking my scalp.
I groan and close my eyes, letting my forehead fall to hers. “See, this goes both ways. We can’t disappoint each other. We have our whole lives to practice if we’re bad.”
“You’re the worst.” She laughs.
Fuck, I love that sound.
“Just for you.”
Cupping her face with my hands, I kiss her deeply. She melts against me, and I can feel her heartbeat through her chest while she’s pressed against me. My heart is pounding, and it’s still an amazingly foreign feeling.
Peppering kisses along her neck. I smooth my hands up her silky skin, sliding them across to her shoulders to slip her bra straps off. She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck, allowing me to press soft kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder.
I collect her silky blonde hair in one hand and gently place it over her shoulder, slowly dragging my kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Placing my fingers on the clasp of her bra, I ask, “Can I?”
“Of course,” comes her breathy reply.
I flick it to release it, the lace sliding down and revealing her gorgeous tits. I quickly slip the straps from her arms and let the bra join the rest of our clothes on the floor.
Fuck me.
It takes every ounce of self-control to keep looking at her face.
She notices, stroking my cheek. “You’re allowed to stare, Casper.”
I snicker but take the opportunity to run my eyes slowly from her face down her slender neck to her irresistible tits. Sliding my hands around her ribs, I glide my thumbs along the underside of them, making her shudder.
I grow even harder, if that’s even possible, and my cock aches and strains, impatient to finally sink inside her.
She hums and squirms on my lap, prompting me to let my hand glide up in her hair while I kiss the birthmark on her cheek.
I can’t even count how many times I’ve done that since I finally could.
I know I share her with my brothers. I know she’s ours.
But this, this small piece of her?
It’s mine.
Cupping her breasts in my hands, I drop my head, taking one nipple in my mouth. We both groan, and with a shuddering sigh, her hands move to the back of my head, holding me in place.
As if I would ever move if I could stay right the fuck here.
Moving across, I pay equal attention to her other nipple.
We don’t want anybody to get jealous here.
“Saylor,” Sloan pleads on a moan, and hearing my name from her lips like that blows my mind and almost has me blowing my load.
Fucking dream girl.
One of my hands wanders down to the waistband of her panties, but with her sitting on my lap, it makes it impossible to glide my hand where it desperately wants to be. So I grab her around the waist and lift her, turning us to lay her down on the bed.
I shed my boxers with a bit of help from her, my cock finally free and throbbing, before I let my finger glide up her beautiful, toned legs, dipping into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her.
Her pussy is already glistening, and I look up at the ceiling of the van, thanking the universe that this time around, I’m going to be able to touch her for real, sink into her warmth.
Everything aches, and this time, I want to drown.
In her wetness.
Caging her beneath me, with my forearms on either side of her head, I lean down and take her mouth once more.
I could kiss her for eternity.
In this life and the afterlife.
Her body relaxes beneath mine, all while my skin is on fire, and my heart thuds out an uneven rhythm.
Let’s just hope I don’t fuck this up.
“Saylor,” she whispers against my lips while her legs come up to my hips as she crosses her ankles behind my ass, pulling me to her. The move brings my cock to her pussy, and she lets her hand glide between us to grip it, pumping me a few times.
Holy fucking shit.
I forgot how good this feels.
Although it never felt like this before, and that’s all her.
I release a low growl, and my forehead falls against hers with my eyes closed.
“Slo,” I grit out through my teeth. I haven’t done this in ages, and even before, not often, but I’m sure I should be the one preparing her, making her come on my tongue or my fingers at first, at least once.
But she doesn’t give me a choice as she moves her hips up, rising as she holds my cock, swiping it up and down along her pussy, making me nearly lose my mind.
“Boo,” I almost whimper, trying hard not to come already.
Finally, she notches the head of my cock at her entrance, and I push my hips forward out of reflex.
So wet, so warm, so soft.
Fuck.
We both groan at the sensation, and I look down to watch my cock disappear inside her pussy before my eyes come back up to her face. Her head has fallen back, and her slender neck is straining. I lean down to suck on her pulse point, then move upward to take her lips.
“You’re my Heaven,” I breathe out, my voice strained as I thrust into her in a slow rhythm. “I love you, and I’m going to keep you forever. I swear,” I vow as her eyes open to find my gaze.
“I love you more, Saylor,” she answers on a breath that turns into a moan when I rock my hips a little faster.
Sliding my hands under Sloan’s back, I grip the top of her shoulders, pressing into her, keeping us connected with me as deep inside of her as I possibly can, and pause for a second.
I revel in the sensation of finally being inside her. My chest tingles like crazy.
Finally home.
She squirms, pouting at me, making me laugh. “You need more, Boo?” I whisper, pushing a stray hair out of her face.
“Yes, more,” she pleads, but the pout falls right off her face when I start to thrust, my hand wandering down to her clit, my thumb circling and rubbing it, making her gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before I lean down to suck on her nipple, her hand coming up to glide into my hair again, pulling on the strands. “You even feel like Heaven,” I murmur after I let her nipple slip from my mouth, coming up to lean over her face, searching her eyes.
Love of my existence.
Her mouth is slightly open. She’s panting, watching me as much as I watch her.
Little pearls of sweat are forming on her throat and forehead, and her cheeks are flushed.
I lean in and gently bite her cheek over her birthmark while rubbing her clit a little faster.
I turn to whisper in her ear, “Show me how you like it. I need you to come for me, Slo. I’m losing my mind here. Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
I’m breathing hard. Not only is it a challenge to keep from coming with my cock balls deep inside this blonde goddess, but I’m also still not at a hundred percent, and my muscles are straining.
She lets her hand glide between us, and her finger comes over my thumb.
She starts to guide me, pressure and speed, all the while I’m still rocking into her.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathes out, her head falling back and her eyes closing as she brings her hands to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I keep up the speed and pressure, biting my tongue, trying not to come when her pussy squeezes my cock with her tensing up under me.
A loud moan rips out of her, and I lean down to capture it with my mouth just as she comes around me, squeezing me hard, triggering my orgasm, my balls drawing up, and electricity shooting through my legs as I spill inside her.
We’re breathing hard through our noses, mouths still locked. when I finally break the kiss and let myself sink half on top of her, I nibble and kiss her neck, our sweaty skin sticking together. “You’re goddamn perfect,” I whisper, prompting her to turn her face to me so we are nose to nose.
“So, not disappointed?” she whispers breathlessly with a hint of insecurity in her eyes.
I huff an exhausted laugh, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. “This was better than everything I’ve ever experienced. In life or half-death.”
A small smile tucks at her lips. “Better than the tingles?”
I reach out to cup her cheek. “Who says there weren’t any?”