She pushes me off her, her bare feet hitting the cold floor, and I watch as she runs to the toilet, dropping down before she starts throwing up. Following her, I pull her hair back as she continues.

“I didn’t see you drink anything.”

She shakes her head as she stops, drops to the floor hugging the bowl as she reaches for a towel, wiping her face.

“I’ve just been sick. Upset stomach.”

Walking away, I go to her fridge to get her a glass of water, and when I come back she’s brushing her teeth as she looks at me. “You need to put some clothes on.” She looks away, rinsing out her mouth as she mutters, “Said no girl ever.”

Making me smile, I like to know the effect I have on her. That I make her as crazy as she makes me, and that’s totally batshit fucking crazy.

“As long as you don’t put on any clothes.”

She reaches for the glass I have in my hand as her eyes roam me. “You’re saying for you to put on clothes, I have to stay naked?”

I nod my head, giving her the same body assessment she just gave me. When I reach her eyes she’s watching me, smirking. “I’ve missed you, too, Creed.”

Stepping forward, I pick her up so her legs wrap around my waist. She brushes her lips over mine, kissing me as I walk her to the bed laying her down and climbing in next to her. She curls herself into me, and I can do nothing but stay perfectly still as her breathing starts to even out and she falls asleep.

Looking over her shoulder on her bedside there’s a picture, the same one that’s behind her television. Her brother stands there in the shirt she usually has on, smiling at the person taking the picture. Looking back to her, I brush her dark curly hair from her face, kiss her lips and close my eyes.

And hope when I wake up, I’ll be back in heaven instead of hell.

My eyes open, feeling like they’re being pulled open and it’s too early for me to wake up. But when I do, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve had in a very long time. Elicea’s sitting on me, smiling at me.

“I’ve been sitting on you for five minutes, are you always this heavy of a sleeper?”

“I hardly sleep,” I moan pulling her down to me. She giggles as she falls on me then kisses my chest.

“I sleep too much, but I love it.” Her breathing evens out as we stay in the same position, my eyes close and I know I’m about to fall asleep again until she speaks. Her hair in my face, her body now stiff.

“Would it have ever worked?” she asks.

I’m not sure if she is asking herself or me. But I answer her anyway, “Yes.”

She turns to face me, I stroke her hair to keep it out of her eyes. It’s wild and curly and a bit damp, she must have showered.

“Why do you believe that? We come from different worlds. Yours is awfully black, and I struggle to see any light in it.” I know she’s referring to what I do, but that’s who I am, it’s how my business has become so big. If I didn’t do it someone else would have to, and some people just aren’t cut out for that kind of work.

“Because not once have I felt for another human what I feel for you.”

“We’ve gotta go slow this time. Very slow.”

Slow? I don’t even know the meaning.

I don’t answer her.

She sits up and looks down at me, her hands touching my chest as she drags them down. “I’m amazed at your body, were you born this way?”

Reaching behind her, I grab her ass hard, bringing her forward so she falls into me and I kiss her lips. She giggles into my mouth then slides her tongue in. She only has on a shirt, the same shirt she always wears. As she sits up, I tear it off her head then come back down, connecting our lips once again, like it’s the only way we can breathe.

She starts grinding on me, back and forth, and I feel her wetness on my cock. She smiles as she moves and bites my lip, hard.

“Did you have a good birthday?” I ask. As she lifts her lips from mine, I reach between us so I can finger her clit. She moans and nods. Then I stop. “Answer me with words.”

“Yes, yes,” she screams as I move. She pulls backward as my hand drops to my cock while she lifts and I position myself right at her entrance. Her smile is tauntingly gorgeous as she slowly lowers herself onto me, unhurried and steady. So slow I’m about to lose patience until I lift my hips up, taking her and making my name leave her lips in a gasp. She stops and so do I until she catches her breath. When she does, I grip her hips so I can take the control back.

“What was your favorite part?” I ask her. She looks down at me as if wanting to know is strange. She attempts to move her hips to distract me, and usually, that would work, but I really do want to know what her favorite part is so I can make it even better next time. She growls loudly when she realizes I won’t let her move.

“Answer me.”

She looks down at me. “It’s the kiss, it’s always the kiss.”

My hands let go of her waist and reach for her face. She comes willingly as I kiss her lips. She starts moving her hips as our lips connect, her breathing becoming heavier, her movements speedier. She breaks away, her hands going to my chest as she uses me for leverage to move even faster. Gripping her ass, I pull her back and forth helping her move even quicker. It’s my favorite position because I get to see her come undone. The way she moves, to the slight dip of her mouth when she parts her lips, and as she starts to reach her spot makes me almost come undone. She tightens around me but I don’t want her to come yet. I want to drag it out so I can have all of her at once.

Her nails dig into my chest and I know she’s close. Lifting her, I spin, dropping her back to the bed and staying in her as I’m now on top. Her legs lift up and remain wrapped around my waist as she waits for me to move. I see a slight disappointment in her eyes. Reaching up, I brush her lips with my fingers then move, my hips thrusting into her, taking it at my own pace, slow and steady and building her up. She tries to get me to move faster, and harder. But it’s the moments we miss when we go fast that sometimes you have to slow things down for. Like the way her hair falls in her face, sticking to her lip as she nears her orgasm. Or the way her perfect blue eyes lighten just a fraction when she’s completely lost.

Or her hands that roam my body until she finds the perfect spot to grab hold and not let go.

That’s what she’s doing right now, and right now is when I give her what she wants. Faster. Harder. Until she digs in so hard that my skin will bleed, and her pupils dilate as if she’s on a high. I want to watch her fucking fly and never come back down, it’s pure fucking ecstasy watching her.

At the last moment, she holds her breath. Her hands leave my body and find the sheet below her fingers as she grips, riding the wave that suffocates her.

A wave I fucking created.

What a fucking lucky man I am.

It takes her a moment to open her eyes, to see me. And when she does I fucking ride the same wave she was just on. Then come crashing back down with her.

This time not letting her go.