First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 59

  I take Taytum's hand without hesitation, letting her pull me up. Our skin is sticky and warm from last night, but the cool air makes me shiver, and her hand on my back is steady and grounding. We move together toward the bathroom, bodies close, hips brushing. She turns on the shower and steps in, water steaming up the glass. She turns and pulls me inside, wrapping her arms around me as the warm water cascades over us.

  I lean back against her, eyes closing as the heat soothes every nerve. Taytum's lips find my neck again, her hands roaming like they can't get enough. Neither can I and I quickly turn to face her.

  The shower steams around us, the hot water pounding down and soaking every inch of skin. Taytum leans into me, eyes still dark and hungry. I take the opportunity and slide my thigh between her legs, feeling her body tense at the contact of her pussy against my skin. Without breaking eye contact, she settles against me, one hand gripping my shoulder and the other against the shower wall for balance as she begins to grind slowly.

  Her pussy rubs against my thigh, slick with water and heat, the friction sending sparks through both of us. I can feel every shudder, every tremble as her muscles tighten beneath me, the way her breath quickens as she rides me without even touching me where I want her most. Her gaze stays fixed on mine, daring me to look away as her breaths grow sharper, quicker. The water streams over us, the sound of it blending with the tiny, aching noises she can't quite hold back.

  Taytum's hand slides down my arm and she presses herself more firmly into me, finding a rhythm that has her teeth catching her bottom lip. Every grind is deliberate, the friction making her moan low in her throat as her movements grow faster and more urgent. She bites her lip, jaw tight, and then with a low, shaky breath, her body trembles and shudders against my leg. I hold her there, my hands on her hips, as she cums hard, grinding against me with a desperate urgency that leaves me breathless just watching.

  Even as Taytum catches her breath, I keep my gaze locked with hers, knowing she feels just as exposed and electrified as I do and I still want more. She smiles, breathing heavy, her eyes dark with hunger and I know this is far from over. She catches her breath for only a moment before catching me off guard as she drops to her knees in front of me.

  Taytum's hands glide smoothly up my legs as she leans in to kiss me where I ache the most. Her mouth finds my center again, slow and deliberate this time. She is worshiping me with every flick and swirl of her tongue between my folds and against my clit. Taytum takes her time, lips sealing around my clit, sucking gently then her tongue teases deeper, pushing in and out of my pussy, exploring every inch. Her fingers curl lightly on my hips, steadying me as I lose myself in the overwhelming sensation.

  Her breath is warm against my skin, mixing with the water and the sound of the shower, her lips and tongue working me until I'm gasping, trembling, clinging to the edge. Taytum holds me close, never breaking eye contact, her tongue tracing patterns that make my toes curl and my heart race. She pulls back just enough to let me catch my breath, then dives right back in, relentless and sure. She sucks on my clit hard, like she's determined to make me lose every ounce of control. Her tongue swirls fast and deep, flicking and teasing with fierce precision.

  I'm gasping, my breath hitching, fingers clutching at her hair as waves of heat crash through me. Her sucking grows stronger, sharper, her teeth barely grazing me in all the right ways, driving me wild.

  My body trembles, legs shaking, and I can't hold back anymore. The heat pulsing through me like fire and I cry out, my hips bucking, my whole world narrowing down to the fierce pleasure she's giving me. Taytum doesn't let up, riding my release with steady, powerful motions until I'm shaking and spent above her. Her hands anchor me steady, gentle but sure, holding me because I feel like I might lose my balance.

  I try to catch my breath, but all I want is more... more of her, more of this closeness. Taytum rises a little and presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then slides up, brushing her lips along my stomach, my ribs. Her lips ghost over my trembling skin, her eyes lock on mine with that fierce, worshipful look that makes me melt all over again. When her mouth finds mine we kiss slowly, hungry, full of everything we couldn't say with words.

  With the water running over us, warm and steady, it feels electric... like the whole world has shrunk down to just us and this moment, all heat and breath and touch. Taytum pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes, her voice low and raw. "I love you, Dani. So much. More than I ever thought I could."

  Her words hit me like fire, and I feel my heart catch. I reach up, tracing her face, "I love you too, Taytum. So damn much." Her eyes soften, a smile curving her lips, and she pulls me closer, kissing me like she's never going to let go.

  We stand together under the water, hands roaming slower now, gentler. Taytum leans her forehead against mine, our breaths mixing in the warm, misty air. My fingers trail up her sides and across her back, memorizing every inch like it's new again. It feels like we're suspended in some safe, secret world where nothing and no one can touch us.

  The spray of water tumbles over her shoulders and my hands follow the streams that trail down her spine. Taytum sighs into me, lips ghosting my ear. "You feel so good," she murmurs, and my chest swells at the softness in her voice.

  I kiss the curve of her jaw, hands clasping at her waist to hold her close. "So do you," I whisper, my lips brushing her damp skin. My heart is so full it aches, my body humming with the afterglow and something deeper that feels too big for words.

  Taytum nuzzles my neck, pressing lazy kisses there as she hums, "We could stay like this forever."

  I close my eyes and let myself believe it could last forever... this perfect bubble of warmth and touch and slow breaths. My hands slip up into her wet hair, fingers rubbing her scalp until she hums low in her chest. Taytum's hands never stop moving either, palms gliding down my back, fingertips tracing patterns that make me shiver for an entirely different reason.

  When the water finally begins to cool, she reaches for the body wash. Her touch is careful, deliberate as she smooths it across my skin. Every pass of her hands feels like an unspoken promise. I do the same for her, soaping up my hands and rubbing the rich lather over her shoulders, across her chest, down her arms, slow and easy, until we're both clean and glowing.

  Taytum kisses my forehead before stepping out of the shower first and grabbing a towel. "Come here," she murmurs, wrapping me up in a towel too, hands rubbing my shoulders dry before pulling me against her. The softness of the towel, the softness in her hands, it all makes my chest ache in the best way.

  "You take my breath away," she says against my hair.

  I smile into her neck, hands pressed against her ribs. "And you give it back," I whisper.

  We stand like that a while longer, damp and wrapped up together, Taytum's lips brushing my temple every so often. My body is exhausted, my legs a little wobbly, but my heart feels light. Whole. The warmth of her, the feel of her hands on my skin, it all settles something inside me. She leans down to kiss me one more time and this isn't just desire anymore. It's everything and the beginning of everything we can be together.