Page 137 of Theta

I withdraw from her slowly, reluctantly, and when I lose the cum-soaked heaven of her pussy, I groan and she whimpers.

I sag backward to sit on my heels, gasping, while Story crawls shakily out of the ocean on all fours and flops to her back, the surf lapping around her hips and waist, covering her up to her sex with each crashing surge.

I crawl after her and flop down next to her, and she immediately rolls into me, nesting on my chest.

We say nothing for a long, long time, just breathing in synch and staring up as the stars wheel overhead.

A star falls, streaking across the sky from horizon to horizon, and the moon is bigger than I've ever seen it in my life, and Story is soft and warm and mine.

“That was magical," she whispers, sounding as shaken as I feel. "I thought the first time was the best sex of my life. But that?" She shudders. "I'm gone. Done. Ruined.”

"You're fucking incredible, Story." I tip her chin up and dip down to kiss her. "No matter what I want or what I do, you always meet me where I am and take everything and make it that much more incredible."

"We're made for each other, my love," she whispers. "I'm yours, and you’re mine and we belong to each other. Now and forever."

The sea creeps up around us as the tide starts to roll in, and we just lay there, naked and sated and glutted in the afterglow, watching as the sky ombres from black to gray to pink and the stars fade, and maybe we sleep, maybe we don't.

I barely remember moving, but at some point we must have because I crack an eye open and find us in the bed with the door open and the sunrise painting the infinite folds of the restless sea pink and orange.

I fall back asleep

When I wake again, it’s to unexpected ecstasy. I’m on my back and Story’s golden hair is spread across my belly and thighs and she’s going down on me, all wet hot mouth and slithering tongue and caressing hands, and I can only hold her head and groan, shocked and shaken, as she takes me to heaven and leaves me panting and shell-shocked. And then she climbs up my body and kisses me, and I taste my cum on her breath and smell the sea salt on her hair and then she's moving again, sliding up my body, straddling my chest and then giving me her pussy, crouched above me with her hands braced on the wall and I pry her open with my thumbs and lick her clit until she weeps her release through several waves of slow, melting climax.

When she's back in the shelter of my arms, she sighs contentedly. “Thanks—I needed breakfast."

I huff a laugh at her little joke. "Best way to wake up ever."

She nuzzles the underside of my chin with her nose. “Welcome to the rest of our lives."

“On that note,” I murmur. "Hold that thought."

"Huh?" she mutters. "Hold what thought?”

"Welcome to the rest of our lives," I repeat, leaning off the bed to snag the handle of my duffle and drag it to the side of the bed, where I rummage through it.

"Kills?" she asks, her voice level and even, indicating extreme curiosity. "Whatcha lookin' for, babe?" She rests her chin on the curve of my ass as I hang off the bed, watching me dig through the bag.

"There's not that much shit in here," I mutter. "Shouldn't be this hard to find it. I know for a fact I put it—hah! Here it is."

I conceal it from her, hiding it in the mess of wadded-up clothes I shoved in there.

I unwrap the roughly four hundred layers of Saran Wrap around the Ziploc bag I used to protect it, hiding it in my hands as I roll to my back and pull Story onto my chest.

"You're being a little secretive over there, babe,” she mutters. “Gonna share?"

"Share?" I echo. “No. This is just for you.”

She frowns at me. "Well now I’m really curious. What do you have?"

Nerves crackle through my veins, making my blood feel effervescent. I suck in a deep, shaky breath.

She hears the shake. "Killy? You're making me nervous. What's going on?"

"I, um. Before we left, I ran into your mom."

"My mom?" She's more confused than ever.

“Yeah." I keep the object hidden between my palm and thigh, under the blanket, until I'm ready to show it to her. "She's had something super important that she's kept safe for you until it was the right time. I…I've debated this for a while now, and I know this is probably a stupid way to do it, but I can't wait anymore. I just can't. Yesterday, last night, and now this morning? All I can think of is how fucking insanely in love with you I am."