[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 72

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Sunshine. He was the sunshine with the soul of the moonlight. Both were achingly beautiful in their own way, but the comforting light coming from the moon at night, the mere thing in the darkness that showed you the correct path and accompanied you all the way to your destination, never once made you feel alone, that was the most accurate one to describe Simon in the inside. On the outside, as in right now that the morning sunlight was sneaking into the room through the slight gap between the curtains and the windows, he glowed.

Honey, honestly. He was the honey I loved to put in my tea and drink in the afternoons. He was the sun I watched hide behind the hills in the evenings. He was the moonlight that overwhelmed me every night I spent staring at it. I wanted to drink and consume all of him, just like he did to my whole self. I wondered what he'd think of that knowledge, afraid that he would get tired of me someday. Me? I'd probably never.

I waited for the doubts to come at me and eat me alive, but as much as I did, nothing came. For the first time in weeks, I finally had no doubts about this, about him, about us. I knew that Simon would never get tired either, he'd shown me so in every way. That made me sigh with a content smile, a content heart, and a content soul.

Staring at Simon while he was sleeping might be a little creepy, but it was my favorite thing now. Apparently, anything that involved Simon turned out to be my favorite. We were back in our room, naked under the sheets. I bit my lip and rested my cheek on my palm, leaning on my elbow right next to his head. With the tip of my index finger, I traced it over his features ever so slightly. I took him in with more detail given that he was very close to me, counting the long blond eyelashes resting on the skin under his eyes but giving up eventually because it was impossible to get it right.

I traced his long nose, noticing that it was slightly crooked on the bridge as if he had received a ruthless hit, to the point of breaking it, and then he never got it fixed. It fitted him, though. Every scar, every freckle, every angry line fit him right. They all carved themselves into my heart, and I just knew that after today, I'd have them all memorized like the palm of my hand. I liked that thought, to know everything about Simon just like he knows everything about me. We'd be unstoppable.

Heat spread over my chest. I brushed Simon's mouth, over the heart-shaped top lip and then the plump bottom one. They parted, his calm and steady breathing tickling my finger. I trailed the pad down his jaw toward his neck, then buried my hand in the hair behind his ear while pressing my lips to the pulse in his throat. Simon took in a deep breath, his chest expanding as his arm under my torso wrapped fully around me, pulling my body closer. A ghost of a smile grew on his face. I woke him up gently, trailing kisses from the edge of his lips to his neck, then going back again.

"Mmm, fuck me," he groaned, the raspy hum coming from the back of his throat tingling my lips. His eyes were still closed, but he was very well awake now. I giggled because of the choice of his first words this morning, but it was all forgotten as soon as Simon kissed me. He started to caress my bottom, kneading with both hands until I was writhing and needy for him. I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against his side with a soft moan that was captured by his greedy mouth. His hand dipped lower, and then he gripped my knee and wrapped my leg around his waist, pushing his muscled thigh between my legs.

"Ride me," he said. I tried to pull myself on top of him, ready to do as he said, but his hands stopped me from moving. I looked at him confused, but he only started back with dark eyes and a dark smile. "Who said anything about riding my cock?"