“Okay, I can stay here all night if you’d like,” I whispered as I pressed my forehead against hers. Our lips brushed words across one anothers as the bends of our noses lay perfectly against each other.
Wilson took another labored breath.
“Maybe we should get under the covers and I’ll cuddle up behind you,” I responded as I slipped off her and pulled the duvet back.
She nodded as she stretched and curled up under the blankets. I took a moment to handle my business before I slid in behind her and pushed my body up against hers. Spooning with her, I lay my arm over her hip, resting my fingers against her stomach. I felt her nudge back against me, adjusting her body to curve perfectly with mine. Naturally, I thrust my hips a couple of times against her ass. I could go again, but I knew she was tired, so I decided to save the next round for morning. I felt her breath enter her lungs as her breathing lengthened. Her heartbeat slowed and I watched the pulse in her neck beg me to press my lips to her skin.
“That was perfect,” Wilson mumbled as she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her pouty, damp lips. Pressing my hand to her mouth, I felt her warm breath roll across my fingers as she exhaled through her nose.
“I think you were perfect,” I answered. She pushed her ass back against me before she entangled her fingers with mine and pulled my hand down between her thighs. I could feel her breathing speed up, as she guided my hand against her. I stretched my pinky to reach up and tickle the place that knew only me.
“I’m far from perfect on my own,” she said through a smile I could hear in her voice.
Her answer gave me the right moment to remind her I was hooked; that there was nothing that would be able to drag me away from her—not time apart, not miles between—nothing could make me leave what we have.
“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Wilson, as long as you’ll have me,” I whispered across her ear. I drank up her weight as she shifted against me and swallowed her intentions. I could tell in the way her breath hitched. She rolled over, facing me, her eyes damp with my words. God, I love this woman. Her lips, trembling against her beautiful, bright smile, I pushed my hand up to her forehead, caressing my fingers across the lines formed between her eyebrows. I brushed away the creases in her forehead before I dragged my fingers down her cheeks and across her lips. All the emotion in her face released as I pressed my mouth against hers. I wanted to kiss her all night, sleep inside her, push against her to a point where we were using one breath.
“Tell me I’ll always be the last thing you think of when you go to sleep and the first thing you want when you wake up,” I said.
“You will always be the road I’ll take, the voice I will follow, and the breath I’ll hold. Max, you are my home,” she breathed as she looked into my eyes; her words filled me and shook me to my core.
I was free in her words, complete in her eyes. I was the one who healed her pain and gave her a family. She gave me the strength to be who I was, to stand strong in my weakest moments. She was the piece of my soul I’ve been looking for.
I pulled her tight against my chest as I dropped my hand to the bend of her lower back. My fingers pushed against her ass as I draped my leg over hers. She nuzzled up to me, her breath hot against my chest. This is what I wanted every night for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to fall asleep; I wanted to live in this moment for as long as she was with me. I didn’t want tomorrow to come too fast. I didn’t want to watch her leave. I felt my stomach twist into knots thinking about her going to California without me. I hated the idea, but I knew I she had to go. I took a deep breath and swallowed the bad taste rising in the back of my throat. Without another word between us, I fell asleep holding my future against my chest. It was one of the most decisive moments in my life.
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The morning sun bounced and glistened off the snow. Its glow burned and tore at my eyes as it filled my room with the start of a day I never asked for. Damn, I should have pulled the shades. I stretched and turned to look over at the clock. It seemed early enough for us to lay with each other a little longer, reminisce the morning sex we had before falling back to sleep. I saw 8:45 glowing on the clock and every muscle in my body felt betrayed.
“Shit, Wilson, honey, we have to get up. Its 8:45, the limo is going to be here in 45 minutes.” I pulled the covers back, letting the cool air from the room wake her up.
“What? I’ve decided I don’t want to go. Why can’t you just take me,” she yawned as she extended her legs and reached her arms above her head. With every stitch of clothing absent from her body, her porcelain skin was flawlessly exquisite. I wanted to sit there forever and watch her muscles tighten and relax; see her nipples as they reacted to the chill of the room; observe her skin crawl with the evidence that she was freezing without my body next to hers.