51. Ryder
The Other Side - Ruelle
I lay at her side as she drifts back to the sleep that calls her more frequently. I’d give anything to freeze this moment. This time with her. Every second, a memory treasured, and every breath, a loss to a demon I could never conquer.
My hand rests at the base of her throat. Just as she likes. Her pulse is steady and strong. She is so strong.
I fight for a memory created before her. Nothing comes. No birthday parties. No graduations. Nothing. Because my life did not start until I began to exist in her world.
I vowed to love her until death.
That was a fucking lie.
When death forces us apart, I will love her eternally. I will love her in this life and the next. I will seek her out in every corner of the universe. My soul will be drawn to hers until I capture it again.
She stirs, turning toward me as her eyes flutter open.
“You’re a creep, you know that?” She smiles through a heavy gaze, stretching her arms above her head. She’s back to herself today.
“But you still love me,” I tease. She’s never spoken the words. I know she does, but she thinks saying them will break my heart. I know that hearing them now will just be another version of goodbye.
Her hands drop down, grazing the side of my face. I catch her wrist, cupping her palm to my cheek. I’m addicted to her touch. I am a fiend for her skin upon mine. I fucking crave it.
Her eyes spark as I kiss her palm and lower her hand to wrap around my achingly hard cock. I’ve been waiting for hours. The silent torture of having her body heat radiate between us and not touching her as she rests makes a heavy growl fester in my chest as her fingers tenderly grasp me.
I pull her by her waist to straddle me. She runs her hands up my chest as she works her already wet cunt against me. My head pushes back against the pillow as I hold her hips firm to me wanting to savor this delicious moment.
I lift myself just enough to stroke up her back, bringing her back down with me. Her front flush with mine, I capture her face, holding it centimeters from mine. My eyes bore into hers and a jolt of electricity sent shivers down my spine.
She lifts herself enough only to lower herself onto my weeping cock. Her breath syncs with mine and she makes love to me like it’s our last time. As a tear escapes, slowly making its way down her cheek, I know she believes that to be just as true.
I bring her face to mine, tasting her tears. The salty liquid unlocked the core memories of her lips around my cock, taking me deep until her makeup smeared down her cheeks.
I roll her onto her back, gazing down at the masterpiece that is my little fucking sparrow. I memorized the hue of green in the eyes that captured my soul. Pulling her arms up, trapping her wrists with one hand, I use the other to trace the spackle of scars that dance on her arm. The same that now resides on my own. The piece of her I wish I could fix. Not for my sake, but for hers. I fist the hair at the nape of her neck as she eagerly tilts her head giving me better access to bite and suck.
Pumping in and out of her slowly, her back begins to arch and I know she’s close. Our breaths are labored, but we don’t say a word.
There’s nothing either of us can say and we refuse to say goodbye. But this is what it feels like.
Goodbye.
I release her and she lets my hands roam, capturing the precious feeling of being in her. On her. With her.
Her hands find my hair, as they always do.
I kiss her chest, licking and biting my way down. As my teeth clamp around her nipple she hisses, gripping my hair tighter, but I won’t stop. It only makes me want to devour her more.
“First, you are going to come on my hand, sparrow,” I pull out of her only to replace my cock with three fingers, working her clit with my thumb.
She tenses around me, moaning as she reaches her peak. I give her a moment to recover, but only a moment.
“Then you are going to come on my tongue,” she whimpers in response as I dive in, starved for my favorite meal, which may very well be my last.
My fingers remain in her, pumping her toward the next climax. Her cum runs down my hand and wrist, pooling on the sheet below us. Her legs begin to quiver when I flatten my tongue, applying the pressure she desires most and she cries out as she soaks my face.
Her body grows limp as I nip at the inside of her thigh, mending it with a kiss. Making my way back up to her, I trace her lips with her.
I kiss her deeply, her tongue toying with mine.
“What do you taste like, sparrow?” I ask.
“Yours,” she breathlessly says as I enter her again.
“Mine.” I confirm as I pump in and out of her unable to control myself, “Now you’re going to come on my fucking cock, Devina.” Her eyes snap open to mine at the sound of her name leaving my mouth.
I’m losing her. She knows I know.
Her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as her tears begin to fall. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her hands digging in as if anchoring to me will help her stay. I need her to stay. I need her here with me but she’s drifting.
We cling to each other. Is this the end?
My skin is on fire as her nails dig in. Her ankles wrap around my waist, securing her to me and I lift her to sit on my lap.
In each other’s embrace, we hold on for dear life and jump together.
I let my breath steady as she pressed her forehead to mine.
We sit in silence. Only the sound of our labored breath surrounds us.
I hold her and she cries.
I hold her and I cry.