Page 113 of I’m Already Gone

A shaky laugh escapes me.

With one hand braced beside her head, holding my weight so as not to crush her, I push deeper, surrendering to the pure ecstasy.

My body trembles, a tremor that starts deep in my core and radiates outwards. A guttural moan tears from my throat. It has been too long, far too long, since I’ve felt her.

I wait, giving her time to adjust, to stretch around me. And then her hips buck, a primal invitation, a green light I’ve been yearning for.

So, I take the unspoken invitation.

I begin to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm, catching her lips with mine. Our kiss is passionate, desperate, tasting of buttered popcorn and a love that never died.

“Oh, fuck, Lily.” My lips find her neck, my teeth gently scraping, then suckling, letting the intoxicating euphoria consume me.

“I’m go-going to co-come,” she stammers, her voice breathless.

“Come, baby,” I encourage, my voice a raw growl, thrusting harder, faster, pushing us both toward the edge.

I feel her internal walls clench around me. “Oh, shit, Lily. I’m going to come too.”

A few more frantic thrusts, a final, desperate push, and she cries out, her body convulsing around mine. I explode inside her.

After a few minutes, the tremors subsiding, I carefully pull out, leaving behind a trail of our orgasm. I roll onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around us, nestling her against me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “You?”

I chuckle, a deep, rumbling sound of pure satisfaction. “Hell, yeah, Lily. Hell, yeah.”

And for a moment, the fear is gone, replaced by our past love, and a love reborn that not even cancer can destroy.

Ethan

“This was the best date,” Lily says.

“I agree with you on that, Sunshine,” I say with a slow, easy smirk.

I lean forward, bracing my forearms over the steering wheel, turning my head to face her.

She sits curled up in the passenger seat, knees drawn slightly, facing me with that dopey, love-drunk look. Her cheeks are flushed, a soft rose from the lingering warmth of the night air and our lovemaking. She looks content, and at that moment, more beautiful than ever. She is what I imagine an angel would look like.

My body is still a live wire, vibrating with want, a deep, aching need to have her again, to lose myself in her. Her skin was so soft, like silk under my fingertips, and my lips already miss every inch of her. A familiar rush, hot and insistent, gathers low in my belly. Even after all this time, after all we have been through, she can still unravel me with a single glance, kiss, or touch.

I clear my throat, forcing myself to break the trance. “Ready to go in?” I watch her closely.

Did our lovemaking drain her energy? Did I take too much? Push her too far?

She purrs, a soft, sleepy sound, her eyes heavy-lidded, a slow, sensual smile curving her lips. The sight widens my own smile.

We step out of the truck and make our way toward the front door.

Lily squeezes my side. “Let’s sit out back in the hammock,” she suggests.

“Now?” I ask, surprised she isn’t ready to sleep.

“Yeah. Unless you’re too tired?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Never too tired for you.”