Page 51 of Fake Dark Vows
“I think you have a concussion, Brandon,” she says. “You hit your head on a rock.”
“Rose?” The name comes to me fully formed, and it feels like it’s one of my greatest achievements when I hear the word hanging in the air between us.
“Yes.” She leans over me and smiles, and I raise a hand to touch her cheek. Rose grabs my hand and holds onto it, my icy fingers soaking up her warmth. “How do you feel?”
“Silly question.” My voice sounds like I swallowed a whole bunch of glass splinters.
“You weren’t breathing when I found you.”
Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes. This must be how it feels to be vulnerable, to be exposed to danger with no lifeline. I feel the world sliding away from me again, and then Rose’s lips are on mine, and she’s sharing her oxygen with me.
I focus on her mouth and almost cry out when she takes it away from me and places her head on my chest. “Rose.”
She comes back to me, and the way the moonlight casts a silver glow across her cheeks, she looks like an angel. I must say the word out loud because she smiles again. “No. Not an angel. Just Rose.”
My mouth moves, and she comes closer, still trying to catch my words. Her long hair provides a curtain around us, shutting us off from the rest of the world, and I raise my hand again, entwining her hair around my fingers.
I pull her face close to mine, and my lips are on hers. Everything else is forgotten. The fuzziness in my brain, the bone-splitting pain in the back of my skull. It all disappears when I feel her lips on mine, her tongue pushing back against mine.
She pulls back, her eyes gazing into mine in the moonlight. “Brandon, we should get back.” She doesn’t move. She’s still leaning over me, and I know that she feels it too, gravity pulling us together. If she wanted to get back, she’d stand up right now, and walk away.
Our kisses taste of salt, and I already know that nothing else will ever taste as good. I cup her face gently in both hands and kiss her tenderly, my tongue tracing her lips, her jawline, her neck.
My shirt is already unbuttoned, and the need to feel her naked against me is overwhelming. We’re way past preserving shirt buttons. I rip the material apart and expose her pink nipples, squashing her breasts together so that my mouth can take them both at the same time.
Rose gasps. She peers down at her naked breasts, silver in the glow from above and the reflection of the ocean, as if she’s never looked at herself in this way before.
“Rose, you’re beautiful.” My voice is swallowed by the water lapping the shore behind us. “Come here.” I tug her collar, bringing her closer so that her lips are touching mine and slide the shirt over her shoulders.
“Your head,” she whispers.
“Fuck my head.”
It hurts like hell, but I slide her upwards so that I don’t have to raise my head off the sand and unzip her pants. Ripping them open, I slide a finger inside her panties , and explore her slowly, my fingertip instantly wet.
“I want to taste you, Rose.”
“I…” She swallows, her breath gentle on my face. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take them off.”
She peers behind her, the veil of her hair feather-soft on my cheeks, heightening all my senses. “Okay.”
She stands, turns away, and slides her pants over her hips, stepping out of them so that she’s completely naked. When she faces me again, she almost looks worried that I won’t like what I see.
I reach out for her, and she slips her hand into mine.
I pull her down on top of me. She straddles my chest and I shuffle her hips forward until she’s almost sitting on my face. I grope her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her to cry out with surprise, but she doesn’t stop me.
Feeling my way down her body with my hands, I watch her watching me, wishing I knew what she was thinking. I’m thinking that I need to fuck this woman, but I’m drunk, the inside of my skull feels like someone is chipping away at it, and I know I’m going to explode the instant I’m inside her. I don’t want that.
I want this. I spread her thighs and gently insert my tongue between her legs, loving the way her breathing becomes shallow as she tips her head back.
I probe her with the length of my tongue, feeling my way around until I hear her panting growing more desperate. Slowly, gently, I take my time, the brandy numbing the pain a little as I concentrate every fiber of my being into making Rose come.
And she does—she explodes on my tongue, her body juddering. As she leans forward, unable to control the orgasm, I grab her breasts and suck her nipples, nibbling them between my teeth.
I unzip my pants, springing my erection free. I’m going to wake up in the morning, and this will all have been a dream, but some tiny part of my consciousness is telling me to hang onto it tightly and never let it go.