ending is igniting on all cylinders. “Let go,” I order her and wait for her noises to pitch. They do, right as the first shot of cum fills her, unleashing an animal from inside of me.
I pump myself into her vigorously, fiercely grunting, holding her flat against the mattress loving the way her body comes underneath mine. She rattles and shakes, holding my cock like a vice. Then when the last bit of cum leaves me, I cannot slow my movements, so I release her hands, bracing my weight by her sides and continue to smash into her.
“Oh, Krane!” she screams reaching for anything to hold on to as I come again, a violent blow filling her. Ivy lets go right along with me. Our bodies working so well together, like they were meant to be one. Both of us experience the world’s greatest pleasure, brought together by the most horrific grief, and for some strange reason we’ve found an acceptance within the boundaries of our relationship. A blessing from Zoë rings in my mind, as her words replay like a broken record, again and again.
Everything happens for a reason.
“How long do you typically run for?” Ivy asks me as we stretch at Long Beach before a run.
“Usually ’til I can’t feel my legs or breathe.”
“Shut up,” she says and swats me.
“It’s the truth,” I respond blocking her.
“I’d like to feel my legs and keep breathing, if that’s okay?”
“Well, today I would too,” I respond and kiss her on the lips. A gesture that is so new to me, but feels so right.
“Ready?”
We head down the beach, the warm sun just greeting the day. I haven’t ever been here this early, but Ivy said we had to see the sunrise. The waves crash along the shore and I look over at her running, and I couldn’t be happier.
We run for only a few minutes and then she stops and I look at her puzzled. “What?”
She points to the sun as it crests the horizon. My eyes are drawn to it and I am shocked with how fast it rises. Wrapping an arm around her, I hold Ivy close to me. Breathing in her intoxicating scent. The wind whips her ponytail and I grab it in my hand, holding it in place. I can see the smile on her face as she rests her head on my shoulder.
The sun comes fully into view and I pull her hair, turning her face towards mine. “Thank you for everything,” I tell her, needing to get that out in the open. She has done so much for me…for us.
She presses her lips against mine and looks at me with those eyes. The same eyes that made me fuck her yesterday. “Thank you.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
She smirks like she’s doing nothing wrong and goes to run off. I pull her back by the hair and say, “Don’t ever run from me.”
“I won’t.”
We continue our run, neither of us saying much, but we both are enjoying being here. In this place, a place that keeps us close to Zoë, the person whom we both love and who ultimately brought us together.
“Have you thought anymore about when you want to go to the city?” she asks me as we get back to my truck.
I shake my head, resting my hand on her door handle before I open it. “Never,” I respond. Knowing that going back there is only going to mentally fuck with me and possibly make me question everything that I am doing.
“Let’s go today?”
Looking into her eyes, I’m unable to answer. Gently I close her door and walk around to my side. Looking out at the vast ocean on the way, it’s beautiful, and for the first time since I lost Zoë, I don’t say, until tomorrow, beautiful . I’m not sure why the words don’t leave my mouth, but they just don’t feel necessary.
Leaving here with Ivy is like a part of me has let go of Zoë. And though it should maybe be counterintuitive, I feel her approval. Getting into the truck, Ivy is looking at me concerned and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Are you serious about going to the city today?”
“If you’re ready, then I am. I know my sister and can hear what she would tell us to do. Her
I pump myself into her vigorously, fiercely grunting, holding her flat against the mattress loving the way her body comes underneath mine. She rattles and shakes, holding my cock like a vice. Then when the last bit of cum leaves me, I cannot slow my movements, so I release her hands, bracing my weight by her sides and continue to smash into her.
“Oh, Krane!” she screams reaching for anything to hold on to as I come again, a violent blow filling her. Ivy lets go right along with me. Our bodies working so well together, like they were meant to be one. Both of us experience the world’s greatest pleasure, brought together by the most horrific grief, and for some strange reason we’ve found an acceptance within the boundaries of our relationship. A blessing from Zoë rings in my mind, as her words replay like a broken record, again and again.
Everything happens for a reason.
“How long do you typically run for?” Ivy asks me as we stretch at Long Beach before a run.
“Usually ’til I can’t feel my legs or breathe.”
“Shut up,” she says and swats me.
“It’s the truth,” I respond blocking her.
“I’d like to feel my legs and keep breathing, if that’s okay?”
“Well, today I would too,” I respond and kiss her on the lips. A gesture that is so new to me, but feels so right.
“Ready?”
We head down the beach, the warm sun just greeting the day. I haven’t ever been here this early, but Ivy said we had to see the sunrise. The waves crash along the shore and I look over at her running, and I couldn’t be happier.
We run for only a few minutes and then she stops and I look at her puzzled. “What?”
She points to the sun as it crests the horizon. My eyes are drawn to it and I am shocked with how fast it rises. Wrapping an arm around her, I hold Ivy close to me. Breathing in her intoxicating scent. The wind whips her ponytail and I grab it in my hand, holding it in place. I can see the smile on her face as she rests her head on my shoulder.
The sun comes fully into view and I pull her hair, turning her face towards mine. “Thank you for everything,” I tell her, needing to get that out in the open. She has done so much for me…for us.
She presses her lips against mine and looks at me with those eyes. The same eyes that made me fuck her yesterday. “Thank you.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
She smirks like she’s doing nothing wrong and goes to run off. I pull her back by the hair and say, “Don’t ever run from me.”
“I won’t.”
We continue our run, neither of us saying much, but we both are enjoying being here. In this place, a place that keeps us close to Zoë, the person whom we both love and who ultimately brought us together.
“Have you thought anymore about when you want to go to the city?” she asks me as we get back to my truck.
I shake my head, resting my hand on her door handle before I open it. “Never,” I respond. Knowing that going back there is only going to mentally fuck with me and possibly make me question everything that I am doing.
“Let’s go today?”
Looking into her eyes, I’m unable to answer. Gently I close her door and walk around to my side. Looking out at the vast ocean on the way, it’s beautiful, and for the first time since I lost Zoë, I don’t say, until tomorrow, beautiful . I’m not sure why the words don’t leave my mouth, but they just don’t feel necessary.
Leaving here with Ivy is like a part of me has let go of Zoë. And though it should maybe be counterintuitive, I feel her approval. Getting into the truck, Ivy is looking at me concerned and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Are you serious about going to the city today?”
“If you’re ready, then I am. I know my sister and can hear what she would tell us to do. Her
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