I beckon her to join me on her bed. ‘Come here, baby.’ Her face is flushed with anticipation as she slips between my open legs. My fingers lazily roam up and down her thighs and her ass, lifting her flowing maxi dress as I inch further up. ‘Lift your arms.’ With a shaky inhale, she obeys, allowing me to pull the dress over her head and off her. Perfection. I groan at the sight of her simple, strapless bra encasing her breasts and the cotton G-string. ‘How do you feel?’
She steadies her hands on my shoulders. ‘Like I could combust into a supernova at any moment.’
‘And I haven’t even touched you the way I plan to,’ I chuckle, the light pricks of my boyish stubble tickling her stomach as I kiss her. Nipping her skin, my mouth and hands make their way to her chest. Unclasping the strap at the back, it falls loosely between us. Drawing one of her breasts into my mouth, I hear a moan slip out. Her urgency to get me naked eclipses all her senses as she tears her body away from me, pulling my shirt off. There’s a fearlessness in her eyes that mimics mine. Her hands do that cute fumbling thing as she tries to shove down my jeans and boxers. Sitting up, I help her get them both past my ankles.
Her pupils darken to the point that there’s just a rim of jade left in her eyes. Lustfully, she rakes me up and down, pleased as ever to see my cock pointing straight up. With a quick twist of our bodies, I scoot her up the bed, prowling towards her on my hands and knees. I’m aware a tiny triangle and strip of floss is still nestled between her legs, but it won’t be for long.
I slide a hand under her chin, angling her lips to cover mine. I seem like a sap, but goddamn, I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life. I press my weight into the mattress, my chest covering hers. Our kiss is aggressive and possessive, like we’re giving every part of ourselves to each other.
It takes every bit of restraint to pull away, but I need to get her ready. Breaking the kiss to stare down at her swollen lips and trembling body, I’m glad she’s as affected by our chemistry as I am. The corner of her mouth twitches when I slide between her thighs, ripping her G-string from her body. ‘Linc!’ Her outraged gasp makes me laugh, but I can’t wait a second longer to tongue her pussy. It’s an elixir of life. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I’m once again greeted with one of my addictions. I’ve eaten her out a dozen times, but nothing satiates my hunger for her.
She’s pink, sweet, drenched and glistening. All for me.
‘I need to get you ready, baby. Let me lick your pussy and make you come all over my face, then I’ll fuck you nice and slow, okay?’ She tilts her head and nods. I groan, running my nose over her wetness, inhaling her arousal. ‘Words, baby. I need your words.’ I lift my head and lazily skim the outside of her thighs with my fingertips.
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, cheekily grinning down at me. ‘Please eat my pussy.’ She’s my undoing. She whimpers as I suck on the tender skin on the apex of her thighs. ‘Please, Linc. Baby, I can’t wait anymore.’ I blow air over her wet, needy, desperate slit. If I’m honest, I’m about to come all over her sheets, but I want to try and prolong her ecstasy for as long as I can.
She jerks as I bite her thigh. ‘Patience, Hart. We have hours.’ She lifts her head to look at me, eyes hungry with need. Her eyes plead for mercy, and it’s only then that I thrust my tongue in her cunt, burrowing as deep as I can.
‘Oh, God. Linc.’ The buck of her hips and the squeals that tear from her throat make me possessed. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I nibble before soothing it with slow licks. I part her opening with my fingers, my tongue continuing its assault. In my mind, I am chanting, ‘This is for her, this is for her,’ so I don’t bust a nut. I need to make her relaxed and wide open. Pushing a finger inside her only makes her sweet cries louder. I probe another digit deeper as my tongue lashes that little bud that is sure to detonate any second. I know her body so well that I know her orgasm is imminent when her body tightens around my fingers. For a moment, I look up at her to see her lips part on a gasping cry. As she clamps down and comes on my face, I savour every burst of pleasure. She’s exquisite. And she’s all mine.
When her pants soften and her body stops quivering, I kiss my way up her body, memorising and savouring every curve that I’ve become obsessed with. ‘Jesus, you’re perfection. I can’t wait to fuck you for the first time, Hart. I need to make every part of you mine.’ A blush stains her cheeks, like two red apples. My throbbing hard-on is beating wildly, begging me to find a release. With a final nuzzle of her neck, sucking in her sweet jasmine scent, I reach for a condom. Her eyes are fixated on my every movement.
She strokes my length as I fumble with tearing this impossible square packet. Normally, I’d never have an issue ripping something as cheap and flimsy as this, but with her hands on me, I can barely concentrate. ‘Will you quit teasing me so I can put this on?’ I growl, making her giggle.
Eventually, after much frustration, the lubricated latex is in my grasp. ‘Do you want to put it on me, baby?’ With a shake of her head, she declines. I know she’s never done this before, but I want her to feel comfortable next time.
Placing the tip on my head, I reach for her hands and glide them under mine, both of us rolling it so it fits snuggly over my length. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her bare, but that is not a conversation I’ve had with her yet, and both of us would never risk the consequences.
With one hand on my cock and another behind her neck, I guide myself between her legs.
‘This is it, baby. It’s going to hurt a little, but I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.’ She nods as I press a kiss to her forehead. Gently easing my way into her, I listen to her pants as I push in further. ‘Are you mine?’ The second she nods, I crash my mouth to hers and drive in until I’m buried inside her. I swallow her cries as I feel her tear. Christ. She feels so fucking good. Too fucking good. ‘I want to fuck you like a beast, baby, but I need to know you’re okay first.’ It’s not exactly what I anticipated to say, but my hormonal teenage mind isn’t quick enough to be eloquent.
‘I’m okay, Linc,’ she strains as her grip tightens on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I let her get used to me with a few leisurely strokes before I pick up the pace. I’ve only done this once, so I don’t think my stamina is going to impress too much, but it’s the last thing I’m thinking about; I’m desperate to watch her come again. Her whimpers morph into cries, growing louder with each slam. Sucking a hickey into her neck, I shower her with a traipse of kisses all the way to her mouth, relishing her mewls.
‘Fuck. Fuck me, baby.’ It’s too much. I’m incapable of holding off. With a last squeeze of her pussy, we both fall off the ledge together into an unending oblivion of pleasure. She clutches my ass in a vice-like grip, holding me to her as I spill every bit of cum into the condom.
When the torrent of exhilaration slowly fades, I press my sweaty forehead to hers, trying to catch my breath. Her eyes are satedly closed as she basks in the aftermath.
‘Mmm, that’s what I’ve been missing out on?’ She lets out a small laugh, her eyes opening and finding mine in drowsy contentment. The way she’s looking at me is like she sees the rest of our lives together.
I’m feeling too much in this moment, so I cover my mouth with hers until we’re both robbed of breath.
Chapter 6
All Fucked Up
Amity—The start of October to April
I wouldn’t say my room is a shrine of Linc and I, but almost every surface has a piece of us and our lives. My walls are littered with pictures of us from when we were kids, and my windowsill still has our names etched in it, the carving reading, ‘Linc + Amity 4eva’.
A smile plays on my lips as I memorise every detail of the sketches he made of our future home. I trace the pencil markings on the back of our printed movie tickets, eager to see my vision come to life. I wasn’t asking for much—just natural stone and timber throughout, with the focal point being the panoramic views of the ocean. He’s become quite the drawer, and I know that, with time, his talent will only enhance under our dads.
Lying on my bed, I feel the slight bruising still evident between my legs from hours earlier, when Linc was inside me. I wonder if I’ll be permanently, deliciously bruised when we can fuck in our home every day?
It takes every effort for me to hide the salacious look on my face when Dad comes to get me for dinner.
‘What are we having?’ I sit up, hoping he missed my wince.