DYLAN
Once,we came here separately to escape differing lives we struggled with, but never knew what lay in front of us. Naively I believed our love would conquer anything, would never drag us down, but our fight had only just begun.
We lost our way. I lost Sky; I couldn’t see into her soul anymore and avoided looking into her pain. Perhaps I hid from her too because I couldn’t stand to watch her struggle and feel helpless myself.
But now, she’s Sky again. We’re back in our bubble away from the world if only for a short time. Can we bring some of this safety home with us?
If I close my eyes I could be back there again. The soft curves beneath my hands, her scent mingled with those of my childhood. I place my lips on Sky’s and she sighs into me, digging her hands into the back of my hair.
“I love you,” I whisper.
She doesn’t reply, but presses her mouth harder against mine, urging me to kiss her properly – the type of kiss we rarely shared recently. Consuming, mind-blowing and a vow to each other as our breath mingles.
All I want now is Sky. I want her back, to possess every inch of her, to watch her fall apart in my arms as I love her. Worship her. Sky needs to know our worlds still travel in the same orbit; that the man from the sea has never let go of his summer Sky. The woman looking back at me as I envelop her in my arms completes me again.
She greets me with a laugh when I head upstairs and return dragging the seashell covered duvet after me. She still sits on the sofa, legs curled beneath her. “No DVDs this time,” she says as I approach.
“Oh?”
Her mouth lifts into a smile and she tugs me towards her by the shirt. “And no stopping either.”
I don’t need anymore prompting, pushing her back against the arm of the sofa. She wraps a leg around mine, dragging me closer, holding my face in both hands as we meet with an urgency I haven’t felt since the time we reunited after our first time apart.
One touch of her skin, one small noise of pleasure and I’m overwhelmed by more than love. I let go of all control I’ve held around Sky recently and her clothes are on the floor in seconds. She helps as I struggle out of mine, shaking with the need thundering through my body. Sky responds with the same ferocity, her hands gripping my shoulders as I lavish attention on every inch of her skin. I flick her hardened nipple with my tongue, running my fingers down her belly, and kiss each place my fingers linger.
I stop, rest my head against her, and inhale. Sky’s scent drives me to the edge of control, to the border between showing my love and lust I hold for the woman I need more now than ever before.
In understanding, Sky runs her fingers through my hair, as we stay in a calm moment before the storm rushing towards us. The deluge hits and we’re pulled into the passion; we touch each other, re-discovering what drives us towards pleasure after months lost. I recognise the soft sounds, the way Sky yields, letting go of the control she’s held, and enjoys my responses too.
I grab Sky’s ass, pressing her to me, and as my cock brushes her heating skin I’m ready to lose my mind completely. She can hardly move beneath me, and I’m not letting her go. Not now, not today, not ever. I lift my weight from her and look down, wiping hair from her face.
Eyes fixed on hers, I part her legs with my knee and slide a hand along her thigh, barely-there touches, and pause with my fingers close to the heat between her legs. With one gentle finger, I stroke her, hardening further at how slick she is, at the way her mouth parts and breathing speeds.
She urges me on, reaching for me, and I position myself against her, shaking as the storm rolls in and engulfs. She tips her head back, eyes closing as I thrust into her.
“Look at me,” I say. “I need to see you.”
Sky’s eyes open, heavy with emotion the way they were on the beach earlier, and we move together, urgent, holding onto each other as if we leave this moment we’d lose everything again. The world can go to hell, because this is all I need: to be looked at with utter devotion from the woman who makes my heart sing. The one who completes me as we become one soul, one body, with a love so fucking huge it can protect us from all the crap thrown at us.
She clutches onto my back, tightening around me, grasping to hold on as she falls into pieces beneath my hands. I can’t hold back, the way she arches towards me breathless, murmuring my name drives me closer as I push into her. Shuddering into my own release, I grip her hands as I shout out my love for her. She arches against me again, clinging, joining me in the stars where the pieces of our souls were torn apart long ago, where we find each other again.
I rest my forehead on Sky’s, our mouths hovering close, her soft breath coming quickly against mine. A tear escapes and she brushes it away with the back of her hand, frowning at herself. But I understand. This released more than her love, it also pushed out some of her pain now falling across her cheeks.
“I love you, Dylan,” she says, voice thick.
“Don’t cry. I hate making you cry,” I whisper.
“I don’t know why I am, I’m the happiest I’ve been for months.” She touches my mouth and I kiss her fingers.
“Same.”
Time steps away and leaves us alone. Over the next two days, our whole world becomes us and the house. Two days lost in each other and the place we belong. Not here, not together, but the place fate took us to, stepped back and smiled that her job was done. Two people, reconnected, rediscovered and eternal.