Page 43 of Love Rewritten

“It’s kind of a weird thing to think about, don’t you think?” She turns her head to me now.

I raise the shoulder I'm not leaning on. “I suppose.” I pause, a little unsure of where to go from here.

She returns her eyes to the water and takes a long swig, finishing her glass. Abby continues before I do. “Like what would have happened if you weren’t at that party? Or if …” she starts but stops whatever thought she had. She sighs. Her face falls into a frown.

“If what?”

She shakes her head. “Don’t make me finish that thought.” Her tone is serious, but her voice almost cracks with the words.

My brows tighten. What was so bad that she couldn’t even say it out loud?

“Sometimes, I think it’s just this one piece of me that’s broken. And I go to fix it only to discover just how many other pieces of me are broken, too. And then I keep hurting myself trying to put them back together.”

I set my glass down on the tray and scoot closer. I lean forward on both arms. “Then let me help you.” I take her hands, placing them palm up in mine after setting her glass down as well. She looks at our hands laid out like this. “Sometimes it’s impossible to hold all the pieces by yourself. And sometimes someone else has the missing piece.” I intertwine our fingers now, hoping she’s getting the hint. “Think of it like this, like your writing. You write the first draft, and then you have to edit it to create the final version. That’s what this is. We’re rewriting your story,ourstory.”

She cocks her head as a sweet smile slowly returns. Her eyes are warm. Her hands are on my cheeks now, and she pulls me close. Her lips press to mine in a gesture that makes both of us melt against the other. The kiss is long and slow as I run a hand down her open back and I feel her shiver with my touch. Her hands rest against my chest, tracing the edge of the vest until she stops at my shoulders.

I don’t need more than her, more than this. To me, she’s the sun kissing the horizon in the evening. She’s the moon as it grows brighter with every passing minute. She’s the cool breeze caressing my skin with every touch.

Slowly, she pushes me down until my back meets the blanket, our kiss never breaking. She straddles my hips with hers, my hands moving to her waist, searching for those two slits in the fabric at her thighs. When I find them, I cup her ass and squeeze. She lets out a low, almost soundless moan into the kiss and drives it harder, dipping her tongue past my lips.

My hands rove her legs and thighs like it's the first time I've touched her. Her skin is as soft as velvet. Whatever perfume she wears is floral. It's light and airy and makes me breath deep to savor her scent.

The buttons on my vest pop open easily and she moves on to the buttons on my shirt until my chest is bare to the warm, summer night air. She sits up, still braced on my hips, and undoes my belt. She’s eager tonight. More frantic than slow. It’s not a secret that I’m ready, too, as she kneels and strips me of my clothes.

I reach around for the zipper of her dress and pull it down. The thin straps at her shoulders fall with the now loose fabric that gathers at her hips. She stands, steps out of the dress and her underwear, and sits back down on top of me, now skin on skin, and I swallow past the breath hitching in my throat. The sight of her above me like this is enough to make me forget how to breathe.

She trails her hands along my arms until she reaches my hands, lacing her fingers with mine. She pins them on either side of my head while she peers down at me. She bites her lip. The way she’s looking at me … there’s something feral about the way she surveys me. She lets go of one hand, and her finger traces the geometric patterns of my tattoos. She places kisses on each cheek and then trails the line of my jaw before returning to my lips.

Her hips move in slow rhythmic circles over my dick that sits between her legs in just the right spot for both of us, and I force myself to focus on the kiss, the way her lips move with mine so effortlessly, or I’m going to come faster than I want to.

She rocks her hips over the length of me in such a way I may lose myself simply from the way her body moves over mine, the way her eyes roll as her arousal grows, the way her skin feels everywhere it touches me. When she releases her grip from my hands, she braces herself with my thighs, head falling back, nipples so hard they point to the sky. She moans a low, guttural sound so deep it vibrates down to my dick that throbs beneath her.

She’s gorgeous, the moon hitting her curves. It hits her black hair so perfectly that it almost looks silver in the moonlight. She’s a fucking goddess if I’ve ever seen one.

I cup her breasts in both hands, watching her writhe until her legs tighten at my hips, her knees pinning me in place.

“Fuck, Dallas.” She reaches her climax and squeezes my thighs hard. She stops breathing for a moment while she rides it out, and when she comes down from it, she kisses me gently while placing my tip at her entrance, the glistening skin ready to be buried inside her.

She lowers herself slowly with a high-pitched squeak of pleasure, and it mixes with my own grunt as the sudden wet skin surrounds me. Her mouth falls open when she rests fully onto me, beginning the slow up-and-down movement. Her breasts bounce above me as she brings her forehead to mine, eyes closed.

I cover her lips with mine, begging her to let me in for more. It doesn’t take any convincing when she flicks her tongue over my top lip and then finds my tongue to fight with hers.

I bite her lower lip, and she bucks on top of me at the sudden pleasurable pain. It only makes me want more. Before I know it, I’m just about to go over the edge. Abby, too, by the way she’s barely breathing again. She fists the blanket beneath us as I spill into her, losing any remaining resolve, and she collapses on top of me as we both come down from such satisfying climaxes.

With the crickets and frogs chirping, it’s far from silent. But my mind, my body, they are the quietest they’ve been in weeks. If only this bliss could last forever. I’ll make this moment last as long as I can, as long as she wants it to. If I need to stop time, I’ll find a way.

Abby takes a final deep breath before shifting her weight to lie next to me. She props herself up on an elbow and reaches for the wine bottle, taking a swig straight from it. I raise a brow but we both laugh.

I let my eyes wander her naked form as I ask, “I have one more question that I didn’t ask you the other night.” She cocks a brow at my mischievous smile. “The night we actually played Truth or Drink, I’d asked a question, and you took aheavydrink instead of answering. So, now I’m curious what your actual answer is.”

“Oh, God. Which one?” She scrunches her nose.

“Name a sexual desire you’ve never entertained.”

She blushes again, her cheeks so red they glow. “Can I drink out of this?”

I laugh but eye her curiously. She knows her answer. I can tell. "Up to you."

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