Sarah
Blake’s mouth glides over mine in a silent, beautiful dance.
I’m instantly wet and rubbing myself shamelessly against him.
More.
I just need more.
The last day has been a whirlwind of emotions and I’m still not feeling completely grounded, but somehow, Blake makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.
He makes me feel like no matter what, we’re going to get through this one day at a time.
Blake is finally here with me, and his hands are planted firmly on my hips, digging into my skin gently. Then he pulls me closer to himself. Blake, too, is completely entranced in the movement. I can tell by the way he grinds his hardness against my belly: firm and feral.
“I need you, Sarah,” he murmurs against my mouth, and I nod.
“Blake,” I moan, but he kisses me before I can say anything else. Blake kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. His lips are relaxed, but firm. He’s gentle, yet knows what he wants. He expects to be followed in the bedroom. I can tell that much just from the kiss, but that’s always been Blake: in control.
Even when we were kids, even when we were just children on Orchid, he was always in control of every moment. When the interstellar police told him he was under arrest for something one of his dumbass brothers did, Blake went with them quietly.
He didn’t fight.
He didn’t protest.
He just went.
I remember watching him go without so much as blaming his brothers, and I didn’t understand that dedication or that loyalty. There was more to it than that, though: Blake values control. He always has. When he was taken away by the police that day, Blake didn’t fight them because he could choose to remain calm. Staying relaxed and in charge gave him a semblance of control, and that’s what he needs now.
He nips my lip. “Ouch! What was that for?”
“Come back to me, baby.”
“What?”
“I think you got lost in your own thoughts a minute ago, love,” Blake whispers. “I need you to stay with me.” He kisses my neck now and slides his tongue down my shoulder blade and collarbone.
“I’m with you, Blake,” I murmur.
“Good, because I need you, Sarah. I need you more than I need my next breath.” His hands move from my hips now. As Blake kisses my shoulders, his hands make their way to my breasts. I quiver as he touches me.
This feels like a decade of foreplay has all come to fruition, and it’s time to stop messing around.
“Blake,” I push him away, trying to catch my breath. He stills, instantly, and looks at me.
“Sarah?”
“Blake,” I shake my head. “This isn’t going to work.”
His face falls.
“We’ve been friends forever, Blake. Years and years. We’ve been friends and we’ve been through so much together and we’ve adored each other from afar.”
“I know, and-”
“And that’s why we need to fuck right now.”
“Excuse me?” He looks up at me sharply.
“Blake, I can’t do an hour of foreplay, baby. I just can’t. Another time, yes. Absolutely. Tonight? No, baby. I need you now. I need you to fuck me, Blake. Please.”
I’m begging, but the heat that fills his gaze makes me forget any embarrassment I might be feeling. No, there’s nothing humiliating about telling Blake how I feel.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he says, and lifts me effortlessly. He carries me to the bed and drops me on it. Before I know what’s happening, we’re both naked and sprawled on my bed.
“Blake, what the hell?” I look around for my clothes. “Baby, where are my clothes?”
“Where we’re going, we don’t need clothes,” he says, and pulls my hair as he kisses me hard. The sting of pain is delicious: much better than any Yeapleam fruit, and I groan as he kisses me harder and harder.
Then he’s got me beneath him: my hands pinned over my head.
“Sarah,” he groans, and he thrusts into me, filling me. My eyes open wide and I meet Blake’s gaze, and it’s then that I realize I want to marry this boy.
More than anything else in the world, I want to be mated to Blake, and I want to have his damn babies.
He might be a jerk sometimes. He might make poor choices. He might be flawed, but damn if he’s not the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.
Blake kisses me as he makes love to me. He lips barely leave mine as he reminds me what it feels to be a woman. He shows me, perhaps for the very first time, what it feels like to be truly loved, to be adored.
Soon I’m floating, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that wash over me. Blake owns my body like it’s been his all along, and I suppose, in a way, that it has. He’s always been the one for me. It’s always been the two of us who were meant to be together.
While I’m caught up in my own orgasm, I feel Blake come inside of me in one final thrust. He fills me deeply.
“Blake,” I whisper, running my hands through his hair. “Fuck, yes…Blake,” my words are a whisper. Somehow, I’m scared of breaking the spell that has us both so entranced. He kisses me once more, softly running his hands through my own hair, and then he lies next to me.
“Sarah,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms. “That was…”
“Fantastic,” I finish for him.
“Unforgettable,” he says.
Then Blake just holds me. For a very long time, I lay in his arms, and I think about the recent events. I’m not so naïve that I think everything is going to be fine after this. I’m not so innocent or sweet that I think we’re going to have an easy time or that things are going to be simple between us.
They’ll never be simple.
Not for the two of us.
Soon Blake begins to sing me a song: a tune from Orchid, the land of our childhood. He sings to me, and as I listen to the song he sings in our native tongue, I wonder how I could have ever thought I’d be able to live without him.
Blake and me are forever.
No matter where life takes us and no matter what challenges we face, it’s going to be the two of us, shining bright.