Page 41 of Artfully Wild
“I don’t deserve you, Jacob.”
“You deserveeverything, little sparrow,” I reach out and place my palm against her cheek as she closes her eyes and melts into my touch.
“You’re it for me too,” she says, eyes still closed as she places a light kiss on the inside of my palm.
There’s a lot of things I have been unsure of in life. My relationship with my dad, the financial situation with my mom, not knowing if I would ever get through veterinary school, the questions I never allowed myself to answer as a teenager about guys, the feelings I pushed down so my mom wouldn’t have to help me through them alone. Skylar has been there for me through everything. She is the lighthouse in my storm, guiding me home every time I feel lost.
Before either of us can say anything else, I reach my other hand around her waist and pull her to me. She settles her legs on either side of me, both of us not seeming to care about the snow now melting into our clothes. We stare at each other for a brief moment before we finally give in to the tension and the rubber band we have been pulling against for weeks is finally broken. Her tongue slips between my lips and tangles with mine, the sweetness from her vanilla latte and the bitterness of the espresso mixed withheris the best thing I have ever tasted.
A soft moan escapes from her and I grow harder underneath her. My chest swells with the feel of her body against mine and I need to feel all of her. Placing one hand around her lower back, I use my other to lift us off the ground. I am suddenly very thankful for all the workouts Hudson and Axel make me do in the early hours when I’d much prefer sleeping in my bed with an animal on each side for extra warmth.
Once we are standing and balanced, I head back to where we parked, the snow picking up around us. My eyes are openso I can make it to the door of the RV without knocking us both on our asses into the snow, but her lips never leave my skin. They travel from mine to my jaw, trailing down my neck leaving a chill behind. Flakes land in her hair and on her eyelashes, making her look more magical than she already did.
I carry her inside and don’t slow down as I turn to sit on the bed. We peel off each other’s clothes, the only thing that interrupts our kisses. Heavy breaths and heaving chests fill the small space and a small moan escapes her. Once we are fully undressed, I turn her over and lay her carefully on the bed.
I break our kiss and my eyes slowly devour her naked body. God, I never thought I’d have the privilege to see my best friend naked. I am the luckiest man in the universe. I meet her eyes, hesitating. We were both open about not ever going all the way in past relationships, but we didn’t talk about if we were ready forusto go that far.
“I want to.” Like always, she knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“I didn’t bring anything though. I didn’t think…I didn’t assume we were going to get this far tonight. I hoped,” I admit sheepishly. Of course I want her in this way. I have always wanted her in this way, but I never wanted it to be a one-off. Sky would never—could never—be that.
She sits up and shifts to the side of the mattress where there is a small compartment built into the wall. A makeshift end table. “Lucky for you,” she says, as she pulls out a foil package with a wide grin on her face, dimples deepen at the corners of her mouth.
“You are not a sparrow. You are a little minx,” I joke as I take her by the ankles and yank her back toward me. She squeals as I waste no time taking my place between her legs and she wastes none wrapping them around me, crossing her feet at the ankles and pulling me closer.
She bites my lower lip and tugs before letting go. “So what if I am?”
“Then I am the luckiest man to ever exist.”
“Is that so?” she asks, slowly rolling the condom on. I hiss and position myself right below her center, bracing myself on my forearms.
I kiss her collarbone as I try to ease myself in, giving her time to stretch around me. I may not have ever done this before, but I do know the first time can be uncomfortable and the last thing I want is for her to have a lackluster experience with me. She deserves more than to feel uncomfortable.
I trail my kisses up the side of her neck, until I reach her lips. She threads her fingers through my hair and tugs lightly at first. I pull myself out until I’m at her entrance again and when I push in once more, she fists my hair and angles her hips to meet my thrust. A loud moan leaves her lips and I want to chase that sound.
“Are you okay?” My lips briefly leave her skin, she pulls me in again, thrusting her hips faster, trying to get friction where I think she needs it. Our movements are out of sync for a moment, neither of us knowing exactly how to move to get back in rhythm.
She nods her head quickly, without looking at me and quietly lets out a “mhm.”
I immediately pull out and rest on my side, pulling her face to me. “Sky, are you okay?” I ask again. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I angle her face up so I can see her eyes. They’re shining with unshed tears and a lot of emotion I don’t think she wants to show. “What’s wrong?”
“It felt…” she trails off like she isn’t sure if she should say what she wants to say.
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
“Weird? But also good? I’m not sure. I didn’t think it would feel like that.”
Her words hang in the air and my heart softens for this woman next to me. “It felt weird for me, too,” I admit.
Her eyes widen. “It did?”
“Well, yeah. It’s our first time. I think it’s supposed to be weird. And maybe a little awkward. We’ve never done this before and I sure as fuck don’t know what I’m doing.”
She laughs at the admission and the sound fills the small area in the back of the RV. “I just always thought it would be this perfect moment where it all feelsgoodall the time. Which isridiculous.”
“It’s not ridiculous,” I say, planting a kiss on her cheek, then her jaw, then her lips. She smiles into me and kissing her smile might be my new favorite thing. “That just means we get to practice.” Another kiss on her neck. “Then practice some more.” A kiss on her chest met by a sharp intake of breath from her. “And practice again.” This time I take one of her nipples in my mouth, circling it with my tongue and pinching it lightly between my teeth. I work the other one between my thumb and forefinger.
“I like the sound of that,” she says, arching her back and pushing her breast into my face. I could live here, I think. Right here in this RV, naked in bed with my best friend and her breast pressed against me.
