The tip of her tongue flicks across my clit repeatedly, and two of her fingers circle my entrance before they slide into me. She pumps in and out and continues the torture of my clit.
“Holy shit. Fuck. Kat, please. Just like that.” My climax builds higher and higher as her pace increases.
She moans against me, and the vibrations make my eyes fully roll back into my head.
I’m right there, about to fall over the edge.
Her nails rake up the inside of my thighs as her other hand and her tongue continue to work. And Ifuckingplummet.
“Oh fuck!” I moan and gasp into the bedsheets as her fingers pump harder and faster, making my body quiver as the orgasm tears through me.
She pulls her fingers out, only to latch on to my soaked core with her mouth and tongue. She sucks me gently until all I can see are stars as I come back down from the high.
Rolling over, I’m met with a proud grin.
“Oh. My. God,” I groan in satisfaction.
“Your turn,” I growl at her as she crawls onto the bed beside me.
She scrunches her nose. “Can we take care of me later? I’m starving.” She laughs. “I have a bunch of toys we can play with next time.”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” I tease.
“Only one?” She scoffs, grinning.
My eyebrows pinch together. “Oh no, there’s at least two.”
“Very funny.” She squints her eyes at me.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“I’m going to go peek in the fridge and pantry and see what I have,” she announces as she hops off of the bed and heads out of the room.
I quickly get dressed as a wave of vulnerability washes over me. I’m dating Kat. My Kat. My eyes well with tears as I think about the time we’ve had together. It might not have been very long, but every second has been better than the last.
I care about her so deeply. I want to see her smile constantly, and I will always do everything in my power to make that happen.
No one compares to Kat. She is brave and selfless. She sits in the quiet, just to watch and listen to others, giving them the spotlight. She is so talented and passionate about her art. Just being around her makes me happy. I don’t think it matters how long we have been together for me to know that I don’t want to lose her.
“I need your help deciding—you okay?” Kat quietly asks as she walks back into the room.
“Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking,” I say, blinking the tears away.
She walks up to me and cups my face in her hands. “Why are you crying?”
Meeting her stunning hazel eyes, I whisper, “I was thinking about you. About how happy you make me.”
Her entire body softens.
“I didn’t know someone could occupy this much of my life. Every thought is about you. Every breath I take, I swear I smell your perfume. Every dream I have, you are the star. I like you so much.”
She pulls me in for a slow, sweet kiss. The one that you tell your kids about. The one you always look back on as beingthe one. Thisis that kiss.
Unspoken words are shared between our lips, dreams of the future, memories of the past.
“I like you too,” she whispers.
