Page 38 of Never Too Late

I got lost in Dylan again and when I came to, I was on a downward glide.

“Dylan,” I panted.

I pushed up just as slowly and stopped mid glide. I looked around and saw a pile of clothes on the floor by the couch. Hunh… I didn’t have any memory of us stripping. All I could concentrate was the feel of having Dylan. His hands, his smell, his lips.

“Sophie.” Dylan pushed me up and slammed me down on his cock.

God, that felt great.

“Dylan.”

“I’m here, Sophie,” he assured me for the hundredth time.

“You’re here,” I whispered.

I looked down and watched my hands as they roamed his upper body. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest. The perfect amount to tease my hard nipples when he was looming over me or inside me. There was a tattoo of a hummingbird on his right pectoral. “It’s you,” he whispered.

“What?” I was again getting lost in the feeling of filling myself with him.

“You’re the bird, baby.” He pushed his hips up to meet mine.

“God,” I moaned and threw my head back.

After letting the feeling travel through my system, I pushed up and once again went for a slow glide down.

“Sophie,” Dylan warned.

“The bird?” I tried to get us back on track.

“The most beautiful and the most delicate thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Dylan,” I stopped and whispered.

“Move, baby,” he demanded.

I did as told. And soon, I again got lost.

The thing was, I never wanted to be found again.

“Right, I get that this is too much, it’s fast, what happened. Us not even having a conversation about the time we were apart,” he started. “But, and I’m sorry, baby, it’s going to get faster.”

I didn’t know how to feel as I listened to him speaking, all I knew was I couldn’t help the hope that lit in me when I saw him standing inside my door holding a Christmas tree.

“You with me?”

“I’m with you,” I said softly, even though I didn’t know what I’m with him in.

“So to get us on the right path, I’m here, you’re here. And you’re going to stay here.”

“What?”

“You’re not moving away, Sophie. You’re not leaving Hopeful,” he clarified. “I’m not losing you again. It’s been seventeen years since I had you, and baby, I thought I remembered, but I didn’t. I don’t want to spend even a second of the time I have left on this earth without you, but I have a six-year-old at home, so I have to give her some time to become used to you and not just the town’s doctor or the lady that has her dad smiling in all the photos she dug up from my garage.”

“You have our old photos?” I was surprised. I knew when we had ended that my grandmother did as I asked and returned all the photos of us to him.

Well, I thought she did, until I found a bunch of them at the bottom of the box.

“Focus, baby.” He shook me a little, a familiar one-sided smile making an appearance on his face.