All I've Ever Known

6. Finding Each Other Again

A/N: just a quick disclaimer: this chapter is uh kinda sexually explicit and there isn't much you would miss if you want to skip this PS almost 100 reads that you sooo much:))))))))))

“The universe brought us back together this time, I’m never letting go.”

―Unknown

The minute we were through the door we already had locked lips and were fumbling down the hall into his bedroom. We both were grabbing at buttons and zippers and belts as we quickly undressed each other. We fell back onto his big king size bed the minute the last piece of clothing hit the floor.

Taylor wasted no time in familiarizing himself with my body again. But then again, neither did I. His hands ran up my legs, leaving everything tingly as his fingers raced up my body. His hands slowly moved over my butt and up my back. They finally came to a stop at the back of my head and began entangling themselves in my hair.

Meanwhile, I was doing my own exploring. I could feel him against me and he was hard as a rock. I smiled against his lips and drew circles on his stomach with one hand and massaged his dick with my other hand. I could feel a small sigh escape him.

We finally broke lips and were breathing heavily. His nose touched mine and his eyes burned into mine. He moved painstakingly slow as he removed his hands from my hair and placed one of them firmly on my chest. He then took hold my hand holding his dick and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. Then he dropped it and looked back into my eyes.

“Tay, uh, are you, umm, can I or do I need to-” he stuttered.

“Yes I'm good I've been on the pill for a while now just go go!” I said breathlessly as I rocked my hips.

He hesitated at first, but noticed how close I was pushed against him and was pushing still. He then moved more forcefully. I moaned against his lips as he finally was fully inside of me. We rocked back and forth like we were one body. Finally, he ejaculated and slowly pulled himself out of me. I rolled off of him and laid my head on his bare chest. The room was silent except for the noise of our heavy breathing.

I heard Taylor take a particularly deep breath and then say, “God Taybae, you don't know how much I've missed you.”

“Oh but I think I do. Because I've missed you that much too,” I replied breathlessly.

He bent his head and kissed my hair. I closed my eyes and slept for about an hour before we both woke up and did it all again. I had no idea when I came out to LA to talk with Taylor that we'd end up here again. I figured I'd go back to Nashville after accomplishing nothing but getting another awkward 'friend' to see on red carpets. Normally, I hated being wrong. But this time, I can handle it.

After the second go, we both fell asleep until late afternoon the next day. I was awake before he was so I laid in bed, next to him, listening to him breath and watching him sleep. I took his one hand that was still pressed against my breast. I held it in both of my hands. I studied it and came to the conclusion that I would do anything Taylor says if he says it with his hands.

He woke up later and we talked a little before I told him I was going to take a shower, then wash the sheets. He playfully asked if we could save water and do a double shower. I smiled coyly and wagged my finger at him and he gave me the best angry face he could muster. I laughed at him and jumped into the shower.

As I let the water fall down my body, I thought about what I'd be doing in Nashville right now. Nothing, I thought. The tables sure have turned and there is going to be no way am I letting this boy go again. I won't make the same mistake twice.

When I was done with my shower, I flung back the shower curtain only to come face to face with Taylor holding a towel. His eyes traveled up and down my body.

“Damn, and I thought you looked sexy in the dark,” he mumbled.

I snatched the towel from his grip and wrapped it around myself. He snuck an arm around my waist, carried me back into the bedroom and threw me onto the stripped bed.

“If there were sheets on this bed, I would-” I cut him off with a kiss before he could finish.

I dropped my towel, turned my back to him, and bent down to pick up my clothes.

He stood right behind me, as naked as I was.

I chuckled. “You know,” I began, “there's always my bed upstairs...”

I stood back up and turned around to face him. We both broke out into a dead sprint to my room upstairs to continue where we left off last night.