It Started with a Kiss

I close my eyes, steadying my breaths to sync with hers, and try to calm my mind. What happens tomorrow isn’t a riddle I can solve tonight, but the sun will soon shed new light on everything.

When I tighten my arms around her, my nose is tickled, and the scent of flowers fills each breath I take. Arms and legs, cotton, and a deep heat creep over me, making my dick get hard. “Marlow,” I whisper just before opening my eyes.

Sometime in the night, she squeezed right into the sleeping bag with me. She’s still asleep, but she stirs as soon as I move my head back to get a better look at her. Her hand hits my chin, and then her knee jolts forward. I’m quick to protect the boys, but there’s not much room to move.

Her eyelids flutter open, and my sweet girl doesn’t show any signs of the hurt she experienced last night. Right here as the sunrise sneaks in through the windows, we stare into each other’s eyes.

Tears start to fill her eyes, and I just can’t have that. Even if only for a short time, I’ll do what I can to keep her safe from the outside world. I kiss her and slide my knee between her legs. Her arms reach around my neck as I glide my fingers down her back.

Together, we roll so I’m on top of her, balancing my weight over her incredible body. It’s only a few seconds, but I look in her eyes, seeing the gray fade into the bright blue, a sadness tainting them in ways that the sunshine can’t fight. I whisper, “It’s okay,” and then dip my head to kiss her cheek.

Holding me, she presses the back of her head into the pillow as I cover her face in kisses and then move down her neck. Her middle wriggles beneath me, and then she uses her feet and legs to lower the sweatpants around her ankles. Using my foot, I push down until she’s freed.

She dips her arms down and starts lowering my shorts. Her knee and then her foot help me to escape them. She giggles when the shirt gets stuck around her head. I toss it, and then it’s just us, skin to skin and a connection that can’t be stolen from us. No matter who or what tries, we’re bonded together.

Our lips come together as I align myself on top of her again. I push in, causing her head to dip back and a quieter gasp to escape both of us. I’ll never tire of the feeling of conquering the universe when we’re tangled up in each other. There’s no greater high than being with the woman I’ve loved deeper than I thought possible.

Pulling back, I take it slow when I push back in. Her hips meet me halfway, but then she squirms, and words are whispered encouraging me for more—faster, harder, to take her away to that place that we only meet when we’re together like this.

My body moves on its own accord, driving forward, taking her to that special place where our souls become one, even if only for a few seconds. The love, the light, the passion, a forever we never planned—it’s all there for the taking. All we have to do is reach that destination.

Together.

She kisses the side of my head as I drive us there, pushing us to the edge of this reality just to be lost in another. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much,” I breathe on the cusp of that bliss, the abyss that will lead from the safest path and into the depths where we can’t turn back.

With her legs wrapped around my middle, her moans reach my ears before her words, but I smile when she says, “I’m so in love with you.”

I pull back and anchor my arms on the pillow on either side of her head, I push forward. We don’t kiss. We grin.

Smiles and light.

A part of my soul is sacrificed at her altar; my demise offered on a silver platter to return the joy that’s now returned to her eyes. She runs her hands over my shoulders and up my neck. She caresses my face as we move together, and then I’m kissed just as our bodies peak. Tiny quakes ripple through me as I push and thrust over and over until I lose my hold on . . . on . . . “Fuck,” I growl as my release rips through me.

“Jackson,” she says, her voice weak as her orgasm hits, dragging her under when her eyes suddenly close and mouth falls open.

I kiss her. I kiss her, stealing everything she’ll give me—her lips and harsh breaths, hips pounding against mine, and ever tremble of her body—weightlessly returning to me and this new day.