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A s Barrow presses his lips, mending it over mine like a painter restoring a cherished canvas, I can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with my own. Each touch is delicate yet urgent as if he’s trying to piece together something that was once whole.
Something about it stings the back of my eyes, mainly because I never thought it’d happen again—putting my complete trust in someone—after everything that has occurred. I couldn’t afford to fall in love or bear the heartache that came with it, but…
If it’s him — if it’s Barrow — then maybe it’s going to be okay.
I want to be one with him. In this moment, time suspends itself, and everything around us fades away. Only the soft rhythm of our hearts remains, pulsing with an electric connection that feels both familiar and new. I sense the walls around my heart beginning to crumble, each soft kiss breaking down the barriers I've built.
It feels as though every fiber of my soul has been reshaped and redefined to embrace the beauty of his presence in my life. My breath quickens, and I lean closer, eager to embrace this feeling of intimacy and vulnerability.
I revel in how his breath hitches before he leans closer, tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. I can feel my knees weaken; if I haven’t been sitting, I’m pretty certain I might have fallen over.
Unconsciously, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in as we tumble onto the mountain of blankets beneath us. The crackling of the fire pit and the soft rustling of leaves, accompanied by the hoot of an owl, heightened my awareness of the warmth radiating from his body.
I feel his heartbeat quicken as he presses himself down slowly onto my body but cautiously, as if not to make any sudden move that would easily startle me off, sending a thrill through me in how intimately aware he is of my every reaction.
How is this man even real?
How can this sweet, caring, and understanding man still exist in this cruel world?
As he pulls away, I can feel the weight of his gaze, searching my face for any sign of hesitation, yet all I can do is surrender to the electric pull, drawing us closer. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob.
“Nervous?” he asks breathlessly, coming out so croak and strained that it almost sounds like a whisper. Concern and worry took hold of his smoldering eyes when I didn’t answer fast enough, and he tilted his head to the side. “Are you okay, ?”
“I-I’m fine,” I stammer before internally wincing, realizing that doesn’t sound all that convincing. A small chuckle escapes my mouth as I slowly and gradually hitch my legs upward, wrapping them around his hips to keep him in place, which even surprises me. “I just — I need a minute. I’m sorry.”
His brows knit together on his perfect face, and then he shook his head.
“Don’t apologize; don’t ever apologize for that. You can take as long as you need,” he professes. His voice is soothing, wrapping around me like a warm embrace after bracing the winter storm for far too long. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
The sincerity in his words sends a shiver down my spine, my heart racing and my core pounding.
I can feel the heat radiating from him, starkly contrasting the nervous chill dancing in my stomach.
I take a deep breath, timidly running my fingers through the base of his hair.
“It’s just…everything feels so intense right now. I didn’t expect to feel this way.” My voice is barely above a whisper, but I can see the understanding in his eyes, the way they soften as he processes my words.
He nods slowly, his thumb stroking my cheek gently.
“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It means you care. Just know that whatever you’re feeling is valid.” There's a pause, and his gaze drops to my lips briefly before returning to my eyes. “And I care too. I care about you a lot, .”
Those words hang in the air between us, heavy with unspoken promises.
I can’t help but smile, a mixture of fear and hope swirling within me.
“You really mean that?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.
He wraps his arms around me like a protective shield from the world's cruelty, then leans in, rolling his forehead against mine. “I want you to feel safe with me, . I want to be someone you can lean on, no matter what.”
His confession makes my heart swell, and I want him closer, craving more of his warmth.
“I do feel safe with you,” I admit, my voice gaining strength.
In his arms, I’ve never felt so safe, so protected, and so loved that it makes every single one of my muscles sing. With the moon as the backdrop right behind Barrow, it almost makes him look more angelic and beautiful.
I’m hopelessly in love with this man.
As a matter of fact, I don’t think I ever stopped loving this man from the moment our eyes met.
The nervousness fades as I gaze at him, replaced by a warm surge of something deeper. My tongue glides over my dry lips, and I catch him watching, a flicker of memorization dancing in his eyes. He meets my gaze, and I tilt my head slightly, letting my long lashes frame my gaze as I hold his stare, welcoming and intimate—
Inviting him in.
As if he understood what I wanted before I did, he firmly pressed his body back down, his lips on mine again. Like the very first time he kissed me, electricity zaps through me, igniting my body like an open flame.
He is the match, and I am the gasoline.
He is the spark I never knew I needed, lighting up the darkness within me.
He is the sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating the shadows of my heart.
The fluttering feelings in my stomach only intensify, and every nerve-ending part of me screams for him. All I can focus on is how addicting and soft his lips feel against mine. I could feel my core clenching when we parted our lips, our tongues greeting each other in a sensual dance.
His kisses are tender, slow, and gentle, like he has all the time in the world when it comes to me.
I like that about him: his confidence in knowing what I needed before I even knew.
It’s weird that I’m usually shy about anything like this, but right now I feel anything but shy.
Maybe it was because it’s Barrow.
Maybe it was because everything felt perfect at this very moment.
Maybe it was because of how he looked at me, his deep gaze filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, that made me feel alive in a way I had never experienced before. With each passing moment, the warm feeling building in my chest and at my core only seemed to amplify my boldness.
I bring my hand from the back of his neck forward to cup his face, his stubble scratching lightly against the palms of my hands in the progress. A whimper tumbles into his greedy mouth, and it seems to set off something in us that’s as raw as it was primal.
I’ve never wanted a man as much as I wanted Barrow.
He breaks away from our kiss to grab onto the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head. Then, as quickly as I manage my next air intake, his lips are on mine again. I can’t think straight over how loud my heart is pounding, our kisses growing more intense under the moonlight.
More, more, more.
When it comes to this man, I feel this insatiable hunger unlike anything else.
Then, when he finally broke away, leaving me panting and breathless for more.
Just like when he asked me to be his date for his back-to-school fundraiser, I’m barely able to think properly when he starts to nibble and suckle my skin softly. He hums, his chest vibrating intensely against mine, his mouth tracing my jawline.
What’s happening to me?
Is it supposed to feel this intense?
“So beautiful,” he whispers, trailing his tongue down my sensitive neck. My nipples tighten when his large hands settle at the side of my thighs, sliding their way upwards.
He makes his way up and places one over my right breast, palming it softly.
“ Barrow ,” I mewl, and it’s all the confirmation he needs as his other hand goes to my back.
I instinctively arch my back, inviting him to undo the zipper of my dress. As the fabric slips from me away, I feel a rush of vulnerability mixed with anticipation, my bare breasts now exposed to him.
“You are so beautiful, ,” he whispers, almost like it’s a prayer.
Then, before my shyness can take hold, he leans in, capturing one of my sensitive buds with his mouth. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine as he squeezes the fullness of my breast, igniting a fire within me that I can’t resist and whimper.
“ Barrow ,” I sigh, heart thumping wildly in the back of my ears as I wriggle beneath. In response, I groan at the sound of his name leaving my lips, melting into me even more with his body heavy on top of mine.
Never have my body felt so deliciously conquered as I surrendered myself to him completely.
My sex begins to dampen as his fingers dance over my body, gently flicking and teasing my other nipple, captivating my senses completely. A warm thrill courses through me as I watch him skillfully heighten my pleasure, his focus unwavering.
With each lick, each soft suck, he lavishes attention on my breasts as if he has been longing for this moment. A soft whimper slips from my lips, a spontaneous expression of the exquisite sensations he stirs within me.
He let go of my puckered, puffy nipple with a pop, nose flaring as he laid another kiss.
“Do you like that, ?”
Is that even a question?
I nod feverishly, almost in a daze. “So good,” I barely manage.
His hand moves maniacally on my clit, over my dress, and I find myself parting my legs further for him. I am embarrassingly wet, practically drenched from him, playing and teasing my breasts. I’m almost terrified of coming right here before he can even put his cock in me.
His hands become bolder, seeming to be fueled by my eagerness, hitching more and more of my dress until he can place one of his powerful hands underneath. I want nothing more than to rip off the dress myself so we can feel each other more—
So we don’t need to put a barrier between us.
Without trying, he has somehow awoken something in me that had been slumbering until tonight.
His hand starts to rub through my panties, and my mouth parts in a silent moan.
“God, I can feel you drenched, beautiful,” he groans, and truthfully?
I can die right now, and I won’t complain in the slightest.
My back bows as he rubs my swollen bundle of nerves through the fabric in circular motions and I can feel the fabric becoming wetter. My body becomes hotter until I am writhing and bucking underneath him.
So good.
So fucking good.
I am panting and whining, utterly unaware of anything but his fingers as he parts my panties.
I almost came apart when his fingers came skin-to-skin contact with my clit, smearing my wetness around. I buck as he moves them slowly, trying to understand what I like as his mouth latches back onto my taut bud, the one he was playing with before.
All night, Barrow has given me his full attention, and it seems my pleasure is no different. Shamelessly, I open my legs all the way, hitching up the dress even more. He slowly eases two fingers into me and then hisses, pulling away from my nipples.
“Fuck. , you’re so tight .”
“Please,” I beg. My arms find their way around his neck, holding tightly onto him as I admire the man I’ve fallen head over heels in love with. I want him more than my next breath of air, I need him like the oxygen I breathe. “I need you, Barrow. Need you now.”
He gently kisses my lips, almost asking me, “Trust me,” and withdrawing from my depth. I watch, blushing madly as he lapses up my juices that coat his fingers and groans. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
His rough hands then lay on my shoulder, and I found myself relaxing under him.
He tugs at the dress's zipper, and I lift my hips so he can finally undress me fully alongside my panties. As his eyes drink me all in, he growls in approval, which makes my sex clench and ache for some relief only he can satisfy.
I swallow the lump as he pulls away to pull down his sweatpants and boxer, and there’s time for me to hide at the sight of his fully erected shaft. It’s so swollen, red, and hard while pointing straight up against his stomach.
I had no idea how he was going to fit into me without splitting me wide open.
And yet…I want everything he’s willing to give me all the same.
“Do you still want this, ?”
The question lingers in the air, stirring something deep within me, and I feel my eyes welling up—not from sadness, but from the sheer selflessness and thoughtfulness radiating from him. I swallow hard; the lump in my throat is a reminder of the intensity of this moment.
As I hook my legs around him, drawing him closer, I can feel the warmth of his body enveloping me, a magnetic pull that ignites a fire deep inside. With the fireflies dancing around us in the twilight, their soft glow mirrors the flicker of excitement in my chest.
As he places his arms on either side of me, the feeling of his strength as they wrap around me anchors me in this moment. The air is thick with unspoken words, and the scent of the earth after a warm rain fills my lungs, grounding me.
I tilt my head back slightly, catching his gaze, and in that brief moment, the world halts.
His dark and deep eyes reflect a mix of desire and tenderness, a promise of what’s to come.
As I brush my lips against his, it's as if the universe aligns; everything else fades away, and it’s just us. The warmth of his breath mingles with mine, and I can feel the energy pulsing between us, a connection that electrifies my senses. The fireflies continue their dance, circling us like tiny stars in our own little universe, and I realize that this is where I belong—
Lost in his embrace.
“I want you,” I profess under the moonlight, brushing my nose across his.
I want you now, and I want you forever if you’re willing to have me , I think, but don’t dare to say.
Not yet.
His breath hitches as if he read my mind while guiding his presence into my opening, and the world around us fades as he pushes himself into my tightness. My breath quickens as I surrender to the sensation, my body responding instinctively to his touch.
“You’re breathtaking,” he murmurs. “Fuck, how are you real?”
He first gently and slowly moves in and out of me, testing the water.
Soon, it feels like something else has taken control of us as his pace picks up.
Quicker and faster, he pounds into me, each thrust making my breast pounce and chaff against his muscular chest. I whimper when he pulls his mouth away, tongue trailing onto the crook of my neck, lightly sucking onto my delicate skin.
“Barrow,” I moan as he continues to mark me, bringing so many new sensations. “Please.”
It was almost as if my begging was what triggered him, his arms and shoulder as he intertwined our hands, keeping me pinned as he made love to me right there in the open. He made sure his eyes were on me, seeming to capture every one of my expressions for him only.
I whimper and whine, loving each thrust of his pump into me.
I am writhing, whimpering, panting breathlessly as he continues thrusting into my wetness, bringing me close to an explosive and ground-shaking orgasm. And when it does slam into me unexpectedly, I choke out his name before he mends his mouth over mine, swallowing my whines and whimpering as I feel him spilling into me.
Somehow, in that very moment…I know that whatever might come tomorrow, we’ll be okay.