She saw the tent and telescopes in the trunk as I unloaded. “Camping under the stars with my favorite boy with the tattoos.”
I smirked. “I better be your only boy with the tattoos.” I grabbed the tent and sleeping bags and looked up at the sky. “But it doesn’t look like there are any stars tonight.”
Liv grabbed one of the telescopes from the trunk before I could close it. “I don’t know, Adam. Sometimes the darkest nights make the brightest stars,” she said knowingly.
Chapter Two
Adam
After setting up the tent right in the field that we fell in love in, Liv loaded it with sleeping bags, flashlights, and pillows while I went back to the car and grabbed her daddy’s blue blanket so that we could look up at the night sky. Who knew? Maybe Liv was right. Maybe we’d see something magical tonight.
I walked back over to our tent and laid out the blue blanket on the grass next to it and set up the telescope just in case a miracle happened and the clouds cleared. Again, I rolled my eyes at the irony of tonight. We didn’t have much time to look at the stars anymore and the one night I made an effort to, cloud cover was as far as the eye could see.
Still, I plastered a fake smile on my face before I crawled into the small two person tent. It was illuminated by a small flashlight Liv had set in the corner at the bottom. Liv set her phone down beside her as I entered and she shot me a smile that melted all of my worries and sorrows away. She looked so beautiful all bundled up. Her brown hair was longer than it had ever been and I wanted to wrap my hands all in it. I wanted to kiss every inch of her and breathe her in. And with all of that, I was reminded in a split second of looking at my girl that she had the innate ability to make everything bad disappear. To make everything better. And I knew in that moment, staring into her smiling face with a soft glow from the flashlight on her, that it didn’t matter if the stars ever came out again. In fact, it didn’t matter if it was just always us. It would be sad if we never had children, but it wouldn’t be the end of us. Because she had me and I had her and we were family, with or without kids.
We’d come so far, she and I. Two kids from different sides of the tracks. Separated by money, social class, and bridges. And then by time. But it hadn’t mattered. We’d found our way back. Just like we always would.
“Come here, baby.” She held her arms out and I rustled through the pile of sleeping bags and pillows before settling next to her. Fuck, she felt good and smelled like home. Our home. I nestled my face into the sweet spot and took a deep breath. “I love you, Ms. Nova.”
“I know you do,” she whispered, pulling my knit hat from my head and running her hands through my hair, her nails scratching along my scalp. “Mmm,” I groaned before pulling her to me and over me, until she straddled my thighs.
Placing my hand behind her neck, I pulled her down until her cold nose touched the tip of mine. “We need to warm you,” I said against her lips before capturing her mouth in a kiss so slow, I could taste every corner, every dip, every spot.
Chapter Three
Adam
Liv pulled out of our embrace and leaned back, her thighs bracketing mine. Her ass was pressed firmly to my aching cock.
Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were like fire as she removed each of her mittens and then her hat, but I stopped her there, grabbing her hands, pressing tiny kisses to each warm finger.
“Let me.” I started to unzip her fleece jacket and pulled at her sleeves. I wanted to unwrap her like she was my gift. It was Christmas, after all. Only, I wanted to do it slowly so I could savor every minute of it.
By the time I finally got the top of her body mostly undressed, she was pink all over and panting. I pulled her down and kissed her again, sliding my tongue along hers before using my fingers to unhook her bra.
I gave her bottom lip a stinging bite that made her groan before pushing her back until she was sitting above me and I could see her gorgeous breasts in all of their naked glory.
I lifted one hand and gently ran my finger around one of her lush, pink nipples, watching as it pebbled right before my eyes. My mouth watered at the sight as I did the same to the other.
She arched her back above me, pushing out those beautiful, pink-covered tips while she ground down onto me. Fuck, I wanted her. I could have buried myself deep, right at that moment, but I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to watch, I wanted to feel, and I wanted it to last all fucking night. So, while it felt amazing with her rubbing herself along the length of me, I kept my cool and raised my tan hands to the milky, white globes above.
I tested their weight in my hands before rubbing my thumbs along their points. Liv moaned into the ceiling of the tent and rested the palms of her hands behind her on my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Livvy. Even more beautiful than the girl I met in this field all those years ago.”
“God, Adam. I want you,” she cried as I pinched and pulled at her nipples.
“Soon. We have all night,” I crooned, attempting to slow her and myself down.
Desperate for a taste of her, I sat up, wrapping my arm around her middle, bringing my mouth down to her nipples. I pulled one into my mouth, sucking firmly and then flicking it with my tongue.
Lord, she tasted and smelled so good, I wanted to lick her all over. Instead, I brought my hands around and pushed her breasts up as I devoured them. Sucking, biting, and licking her nipples before trailing my mouth past her chest and shoulder and up to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake, my breathing deep, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock impossibly hard.
It didn’t make sense how much I still wanted her all day, every day. I felt like I’d never get my fill. Like I’d never have enough. Every day, every moment, every hour, my love and my want for this woman only grew. Most days, it felt like I would explode with the sheer volume of it.
“Oh, God, Adam. Take your clothes off. I need you.” She pulled at the zipper on my jacket and the hat on my head and eventually ripped my shirt off over my head while I tasted every bit of her I could from the waist up.
Were there any words in the English language better than “I need you” coming from my girl’s mouth? Not a fucking one.
So, I bit the length of her neck while I slipped my cool hands in the heat of her leggings, shimmying them down as best as I could with her straddling me, until I finally pulled one leg out and then the other, all the while wrestling with her boots.
And when I had her completely naked, save her socks, I stopped and drank her in like a glass of sweet iced tea on the hottest summer day.
My eyes roved the length of her long, slender frame from the top of her head to her sock-covered feet. Every magnificent inch of skin was mine and I proved it by touching her behind the knees and then up her thighs, until I grasped the cheeks of her ass in my hands. I wanted to scream that she was mine, this gorgeous creature that I didn’t deserve but somehow I’d managed to have.
Slowly, Liv ran her palms over the tattoos at my neck, down my shoulders and chest. The whole time she stared into my eyes, the amount of love hanging in them was overwhelming and amazing. She pushed her forehead to mine and looked down and then I felt her fingers at the button of my jeans.