First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 58

  I wake slowly, the light barely pushing past the curtains, my body humming with a softness I don't recognize. Taytum's even breathing anchors me, her arm warm against my hip. I feel light, like I'm still floating on the way she made me feel last night. Every inch of me is alive, humming with a kind of ache that feels more like relief.

  I turn my head on the pillow to look at her. Taytum's asleep, lips parted just slightly, hair a dark tumble against my sheets. The sheet has slipped down to her waist and the sight steals my breath... her chest is bare, her tattoos rising and falling with each slow breath. My gaze drifts over the familiar lines, ink that tells stories across her warm skin, and my fingers itch to touch.

  I give in.

  Softly, careful not to wake Taytum, I trail my fingertips over her chest, tracing the dark patterns. My touch is light, a ghost of a caress, and I can feel the heat of her skin under my fingers. My heart skips when I realize just how much she belongs here, tangled up in my sheets, in my thoughts, in me.

  God, I want her. Even after everything we shared last night, my body still craves her like she's air. The sheet pools lower as my fingers trail further, my breath catching at the curve of her hip, the rise of her ribs. I lean in before I can overthink it, lips brushing one tattoo and then another, tasting her skin as my hands explore.

  Taytum stirs under my touch, a small, sleepy sound as her eyes flutter. Her gaze meets mine, still fogged with sleep but darkening fast as she takes in the sight of me. Naked, tangled in the sheets and her, my thick thigh still draped across her leg, lips pressed to her ink like a secret.

  A slow smile curves her mouth as her hands skim up my side. "Mornin'," she murmurs, voice rough and low, all heat and softness at once. Just hearing her, just feeling the way her hands fit on me, sends that familiar ache through my belly all over again and straight between my legs.

  Taytum's hands slide to my hips, her fingers firm and sure. "Here," she murmurs, voice husky with sleep and want as she shifts beneath me. Before I can ask, she hooks one strong hand under my thigh and guides it higher, settling my center right against her bare muscled thigh. The moment her warm skin meets my bare pussy, a trembling gasp slips out of me.

  "Just like that," Taytum breathes, hand gripping my hip as she urges me to move.

  Heat floods my face and my belly at the same time. I roll my hips instinctively, dragging my slick pussy along her thigh. A needy sound catches in my throat as sparks shoot up my spine.

  "That's it," Taytum murmurs, her hands helping me find a slow, steady rhythm.

  The friction is perfect, every small roll of my hips making my breath hitch and my fingers curl into her chest. I grind against her, more confident with every stroke as her hands hold me just the way I need, her darkened blue eyes never leaving my face.

  "You look so gorgeous like this," Taytum whispers, the words making my hips move faster, more desperate.

  A few moments later, she shifts beneath me. Her hands slide to my waist, gentle but insistent as she urges me onto my back. Her weight shifts too as she props herself up on one elbow, leaning in close, lips brushing my cheek as her free hand glides down my stomach over my small baby bump then between my legs.

  "You're so wet," she murmurs against my ear as her fingers slip between my legs. I barely have time to breathe before Taytum's middle and ring fingers slip into my pussy, slow and careful as she presses into me.

  "Oh God," I gasp, my hands flying to grip her wrist as she fills me, my walls tightening around her fingers.

  "That's it, baby," Taytum coaxes, moving her fingers gently inside me, curling them just right, grazing my g-spot. My hips jerk up to meet her hand, searching for more, matching every deep stroke. She watches me, gaze dark and focused, her thumb brushing my clit as my breath shatters into a moan.

  "Keep going," I gasp, moving with her, my back arching into her touch as pleasure sparks and blooms everywhere. "Don't stop." Taytum's lips trail across my cheek and down to my neck, her warm breath fanning my skin as she moves her fingers inside me with deliberate care. Every slow, deep stroke drags a trembling moan from me.

  "You feel so good," she murmurs into my ear, her voice gravelly and low.

  I can't help but rock my hips up into Taytum's hand, chasing the exquisite friction, my hands tangle in her hair as my heels dig into the sheets. Her thumb circles my clit in time with the smooth slide of her fingers. My back arches at the dizzying pressure winding tight in my lower stomach.

  "God, Tay," I gasp, voice breaking, "right there... please." Her gaze burns into mine, dark and full of want as she leans down to kiss me. Our mouths move together slowly, deeply, and I swallow my own moans as she adds a third finger, stretching me until I'm trembling all over again.

  "You're perfect," she breathes against my lips, her fingers setting a deeper, steady rhythm that has my toes curling and my hands fisting the sheets. Every inch of me is alive under her touch... the kiss of her mouth on my throat, the firm, knowing way her palm presses against me, the way she watches me like she can feel every shudder she's drawing out of my body.

  "You're gonna cum for me," she coaxes, voice soft but sure as her thumb rubs my clit faster. My whole world narrows to the ache and pleasure of her hand working me higher and higher, my legs trembling, my body tightening like a bowstring.

  "Yes," I cry out, breathless and dizzy as my climax hits... my walls fluttering around her fingers as waves of pleasure ripple through me. Taytum holds me close as I come apart, murmuring my name into my hair, her hands gentle as she coaxes me through every last shudder of my orgasm.

  When I finally go still, my chest rising and falling hard against hers, she kisses my temple with a softness that melts me. "You're so fucking beautiful," she whispers. And all I can do is hold on, heart full, body humming, knowing there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

  As I come down from the waves rolling through me, Taytum's fingers don't stop. They slow, circling lightly, teasing me when I'm still sensitive and raw. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh at how helpless I feel, how completely undone she's made me.

  Taytum's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, brushing her nose against mine. "You like that?" she whispers, voice thick with promise.

  I nod, breath shaky, hands still tangled in her hair. Taytum grins and slips her fingers out slowly, then trails soft kisses down my neck and collarbone. She slides her hand lower, her touch feather-light now, drawing goosebumps over my skin.

  I shift, fingers reaching to her hair, pulling her closer, craving more even though I'm still trembling. Taytum chuckles, a low, warm sound, then stands and holds out her hand. "Come on, let's go shower."