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She dares to give me all these little pieces of her, pieces she knows she can’t take back, pieces she’ll never be able to give anyone else. I’ve given her all my broken pieces too.
“You survived seventeen years without it, Leo. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“I also survived seventeen years without you, honeysuckle. Doesn’t mean I ever want to live without you again.”
I kiss her goodnight and wait until she gets inside before I stumble home, high on weed, drunk on her lips and her skin and her words.
I think the honey-eyed golden girl might be in love with me. And I know for certain I’m in love with her.
I’ve forgotten what the warmth of someone else’s skin feels like against my own, the feeling of being filled with someone else, both physically and emotionally. That feeling of floating, of being lifted into the clouds.
His eyes tell me how he feels, what it means to him to have me back in his arms, against his body, as if he’s been thirsting for my taste all this time. As if he’ll die without it.
Fuck me with your fingers, Leo. I need it.”
“You can suffocate me with these pretty thighs, honeysuckle. In fact, between your legs is the only way I want to go.”
“But you better keep those eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch as I give you everything you’ve been missing.”
“I’ve never been much of a believer, baby.” He presses a kiss to my center. “But fuck, I’ll gladly kneel before you, worship at your altar.”
“Pray for the salvation that can only be found between your legs.”
“You look so beautiful like this, honeysuckle. You’re my fucking dream.”
“You can take it, honeysuckle.” I drop down a little more. “Just like that. We’ll make it fit. You were made for me.”
“Take it, honeysuckle. Take what you need. Take everything.” He bites lightly onto my shoulder, sending a quiver through my body. “Every piece of me belongs to you anyway.”
“I’m about to show you what it’s like to fuck a surfer.”
“And you take every inch so well, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
“I don’t want to be a good girl anymore.”
“You wanna be bad, baby?”
“Then why don’t you get on your knees and taste what a bad girl you are?”
“You want to taste how wet your pussy is for me?”
“Play with it however you want to, baby. I’ve been dreaming about you on your knees for me. Everything you do is perfect.”
“Filthy fucking girl. You love the way my cock feels down your throat, don’t you?”
“Do not stop touching yourself. Do not stop sucking my cock.”
“Do not say another man's name when your mouth is wrapped around my dick.”
“You like that, don’t you? That get you off, baby?
“You are a bad girl, Darby. A dirty fucking girl.”
It’s erotic and raw. It’s everything I’ve always needed and didn’t know I’d been missing. It’s something I know with certainty will never be found with anyone else.
“It looks so goddamn good, honeysuckle. It looks like coming home.”
“Tell me I’m your last. Your only,” he whimpers, voice raspy and cracked.
“Only you.”
“When I watch myself fuck you, it looks like coming home. But when you tighten around my cock, honey–” My body clenches at his words, his breath against my cheek. “Fuck. It feels like finding faith.”
“I need you to know that every fantasy I’ve had over the last ten years, every memory of you, is no comparison to what stands in front of me now. You are more beautiful, brave, resilient, and enchanting than I ever could’ve dreamed. Having you in my arms now was worth every moment of longing and every minute of heartbreak, every second I waited for you.”
“I’d wait ten years for you again. I’d wait a million more seconds to see you like this, and every single one would be worth it.”
“Now reach down and put me inside you. Feed that pretty pussy with my cock. Watch as I fill you.”
“That’s my good little slut.”
“You don’t need to beg, baby. This cock is yours. These hands are yours. This mouth is yours. My fucking soul. It’s all yours. Take what you want. Be the bad girl I know you are.”
He raises his free hand to my lips and, pulling away from my chest, he growls, “Suck,” before sticking two fingers into my mouth.
“I’m the only one to have this pussy, and I’ll be the one who takes your ass, too,”
“We’ve only been back in each other’s lives for a number of days after years of silence.” My chest heaves against his through my panting breath. “How is this feeling so strong again so soon?”
“That’s because this is meant to be, honeysuckle.”
“I think you’re the only person in the world who loves me,” she whispers.
“I’m never going to feel like I deserve you, you know.”
“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you exactly why you do. Why you deserve everything.”
“You’re the one who chases my ghosts away now,” she whispers.
“You’re still the sunlight shining through the cracks of my shattered soul.”
The bathroom is still doused in steam when I finish, so I scrawl ‘Darby and Leo’ across the glass, ending it with a heart.
“That is so cheesy.”
“You bring it out in me.”
Nobody has looked at me so deeply and still decided they wanted me, still decided I was enough. I know that if I hadn’t become the surfer I am, I’d be nothing to anyone.
