“It’s supposed to represent triumph over a life struggle.”
She leans in and kisses it too, and then she turns her back to me and lifts her hair, and down her spine is an arrow.
“This one represents direction and resilience.”
“It must have worked.” I kiss her back.
“It represented what I desperately needed, not what I already had.” She gives me a sad smile. “I’ll be back in a second.” She grabs my shirt and slides it over her head as she walks to the bathroom.
I take my turn when she’s done, brushing my teeth and washing up a bit. When I come back, she’s straightening the bed. I take her hand and she turns, looking up at me. We kiss, finding our way back to each other like we did last night. I loved exploring her in the dark, drinking in her scent, her taste, but in the light of day, seeing her body undulating over mine, and watching the shifting expressions on her face as she chases her pleasure—it’s a whole different kind of high.
“Ilovewatching you feel good,” I say, rubbing circles over her as I stare up at this goddess riding me.
“You make me feel so good,” she says, starting to tremble. “Tully,” she cries. “Come with me.”
I give her what she needs. She comes so hard that holding out is challenging for me, but I don’t come yet. I want to make it last. I want to make her come until she’s completely spent.
Her second orgasm isn’t far behind her first, aftershocks that make her movements stutter as she moans. I give her a minute to catch her breath, and then I start teasing hernipples, slowly at first, and then I tug those fucking barbells, and the payoff is huge.
We both come so intensely, I forget my own name.
“My God,” she says, collapsing against my chest.
My hand moves slowly up and down her spine.
She leans up and looks at me.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out. We both laugh.
“So that’s where the saying ‘fucked to oblivion’ comes from,” I finally say.
“That’s a saying?” she asks, laughing harder.
“Hmm. Isn’t it? Maybe it’s a song—I don’t know. But that’s what you just did to me. Fucked me right into oblivion.”
Her hair tickles my chest when her head falls forward, and we both groan when her laughter pushes me out of her.
She looks up at me and gives me pouty lips, which I promptly lean up to kiss before moving to take care of the condom.
Later, after we’re out of the shower and getting ready for the airport, I lean against the bathroom counter, facing her.
“Come to Windy Harbor for Thanksgiving,” I say.
She stares at me with an expression I can’t fully read.
“You’ve finally met my family. You loved each other.”
I can see her working through it. “Thanksgiving is a big deal. And it’s next week! Isn’t it too last minute?”
“Not for my family. Would your family have a problem with it?”
She bites her lip. “I haven’t exactly told them about all of this. With us and what we’re…doing. I don’t know what to tell them.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I get a sudden surge of panic.
“I mean—” She gestures between us. “I don’t know if we’ve defined what we’re doing.”