Page 39 of Come Out, Come Out

Her smile is shy but lights up her entire face. We look fucking good together and she knows it.

Skye looks up at me in our reflection. “You know, this would be an even better picture if you were naked too.”

I laugh easily, a sensation that feels foreign. I go to undo my belt, but she turns and stops me. “My turn.” Skye’s fingers slide beneath my shirt and she pulls it over my head. Her eyes roam over every exposed inch of my skin, from the defined planes of my stomach to the tattoos that adorn my toned arms. When she’s looked her fill, she finishes undoing my pants and I kick them off. Next, she tugs down my briefs, freeing my cock. “You’re beautiful,” she says reverently.

Not a single partner in my entire life has ever looked at me like she is right now. For once, I’m speechless.

Taking my hand, she pulls me into the shower with her, and pushes me so I’m under the spray. When I try to trade her places, she puts a hand on my chest. “Aiden,” my name on her lips is my favorite song, “when is the last time you let someone take care of you?” Her question is simple but there are dozens of emotions playing in her eyes.

I can’t answer, so I don’t fight her.

“Turn around for me.” I do. She strokes over my shoulders, down my arms, and along my torso as she washes me with the watermelon-mint soap that’s her signature scent. I melt against her touch, her care. My eyes droop under the hot water, the comfort of which I haven’t felt in forever. The minutes pass and I simply exist as I soak in the feeling of Skye’s hands and the beating water. Between the warmth and the reassuring pressure, some of the humanity returns. It’s a herculean effort to keep my hands to myself as I lean against the wall and watch Skye wash herself.

She’s absolutely stunning. My girl is perfect and I’m grateful to revel in it. Too many people write off the sad girl as too hard to love. But it’s so easy to do, because she needs it the most. The mistake they make is not being her safe space. If you can be that, you’ll be rewarded with the most honest and raw moments. By accepting her, she’ll open her heart to you in a way that will change your world. The thing about people who’ve had to wander the dark alone is they will always hold the guiding light for you without an ounce of resentment. If you’re lost, they’ll plunge into the depths and lead the way out just so you’re never left to the loneliness they’ve come to know too well.

When I’m around her, the reality of my fate is bearable. I remind myself to focus on that comfort instead of the potential that we might be pulled apart again soon, but it steals several minutes from me.

Once we’ve dried off, she tosses something at me. It’s a pair of her joggers and that black crop top with the pink barbwire heart. “What’s this?”

“I figured you might want to wear something different for once.” A blush spreads across her cheeks. “I know you can’t take it with you, when you, you know, but I thought . . .”

“This is,” my voice cracks at the thoughtfulness of the small but not insignificant comfort she’s offering, “it’s perfect, thank you.” I pull the joggers on, then slide the shirt over my head.

Her cheeks darken further and she tucks her hair behind her ear shyly.

“What? Do I look ridiculous?” I laugh.

“Definitely not, ridiculous.” She closes the distance between us and slides her hand up my exposed abdomen. “You look so cute in your slutty little crop top.”

I grab her ass firmly, pulling her against me. “Keep teasing, and I’ll show you slutty.” I bite into the side of her neck and she squeals while pushing her way out of my arms.

“Come on,” she says through a big yawn. “I need to lay down for a bit.”

I follow her to the bed, and she puts on the movie we didn’t finish. As soon as she lays down, I pull her against me, determined to savor every second I can feel her skin against mine. I kiss her shoulders, her neck, and her hair, trying to chase away the panic that’s stirring to life within me at the thought of losing this.

Skye

August 13th, 2021-- 11:30 PM

When I blink my eyes open, it’s dark in my room except for the silver stream of moonlight and the glowing TV screen. I stiffen when I no longer feel Aiden wrapped around me, but I roll over and am relieved to find that he’s there holding Binx on his lap. My boy is purring loudly, perfectly content. I stroke his silky fur as I gaze up at Aiden. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Don’t be. You needed it.”

I nod in agreement and wrap my arm around his waist like he’s always belonged to me. Binx jumps down, not interested in competing for attention right now.

“Skye,” Aiden starts.

“Hmm?” My pulse picks up when his muscles tense beneath me.

“I know things are complicated,” Aiden pauses to swallow thickly, “but I’m so glad I found you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I open my mouth to reply, but he holds up his hand.

“I know that all of this is new to you. I’ve had almost a year and a half to learn everything about you, to fall for you. I don’t expect you to feel the same, but I just want you to know, you’re more important to me than I can properly express. You don’t need to say anything, I just wanted to tell you that.” Aiden pulls his lip between his teeth and uncertainty swims in his eyes. I don’t know how to respond, but I can show him how much I appreciate the sentiment. I straddle his lap and bring my lips to his. It only lasts a minute before he flips us so he’s on top.

“I need to taste you,” he says desperately as he positions himself between my thighs. “This pussy,” his expression is pained as he licks up my center, “is so fucking perfect, just like you.” His tattooed arms wrap around my thighs as he buries his face against me and begins tenderly licking and sucking. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he circles my clit with his talented tongue. It’s like he’s studied a map of my body the way he teases me with such expertise. My head is swimming as I become drunk off the slow pleasure he’s building.

“You’d look even prettier with my fingers inside you, don’t you think?” His hushed voice vibrates against my sensitive cunt, and I nod vigorously as I stare down at his gorgeous face buried between my thighs. All I care about is that he doesn’t stop. So slowly, one finger enters me and it’s all I can do not to buck my hips. Aiden patiently works another one in and then a third. I tweak my own nipples as he pumps in and out of me with lavish strokes. When he finally adds a fourth, I squirm at the stretch but adjust quickly. My panting breaths grow faster as he speeds up his movements. And when he presses his palm against my lower stomach, my legs start to shake uncontrollably.

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