Page 69 of Finding London

“You know I have a thing for firsts.” Using one of my hands, I slide my board shorts down until they are floating beneath the water around my ankles. I tightly hold London against me with one arm as my free hand pulls her bikini bottoms to the side, and two of my fingers enter her.

She bites her lip at the intrusion, and a small moan comes from her lips, but she doesn’t look away. Our lusty gazes stay connected.

“Do you like that?” I ask as my fingers move deeper.

London closes her eyes and drops her face to my shoulder. “God, yes.”

“Does that make you feel good, baby?” My thumb is moving in circles around her most sensitive area.

“Yes,” she whimpers quietly against my neck. Her fingers grab at the skin of my back.

I pull out my fingers, and pulling the small fabric of her suit further to the side, I enter her. Every sensation of this experience is incredibly intense. The feeling of being out in the open and together in this way is hot as fuck. The warm water hitting my wet skin adds a different element and is highly enjoyable. And the way she feels without a barrier between us is incredible. More than that, the trust she has in me to allow me to feel her in this way puts me over the edge.

She continues to moan into my neck as my palms grasp her ass and push her onto me over and over again. I tilt my knees and bend my pelvis up, so I make sure that I’m hitting the exact spot that she needs. I can tell by the forceful way in which her hands grasp my back with her jagged breaths against my skin and the almost painful-sounding moans that leave her mouth that she is so close. My arms burn as I continue to move her onto me, increasing my speed with each thrust as I chase my own release.

Finally, we’re both there, and as her body shatters around me, I let go. I capture her cries in my mouth as I kiss her hard. This is the single most satisfying moment in my life to date.

The two of us stay connected as we both come down from our moment of ecstasy. My mouth captures London’s, the kisses slow and languid now. My lips and tongue cherish her with every soft movement.

Eventually, I pull my lips from hers. Our faces are still a mere breath away as we stare into each other’s eyes.

I want to tell her that I love her because I don’t know what else this feeling deep within my chest could be, if not for that. But I don’t. Perhaps I’m a coward in that way. But I hope she sees it and feels it in me because it has to be exploding from my every pore. It’s the most powerful emotion I’ve ever felt. It’s not the type of love I felt for my parents or even Sarah. It’s something more. It’s raw, intense, and a little desperate. More than anything, it’s terrifying because this feeling has the power to devastate me, to annihilate me.

London’s eyes radiate with what I’m assuming mine do. Her expression is pensive, content, and a little fearful. But she doesn’t say anything either.

Aren’t we a perfect match?Yeah, I guess we are.

London’s the first one to break the silence. “Well, I think I might be turning into an outdoor person,” she says airily.

I can’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”

“It’s up for debate, but the outlook is good—especially if we can experience some more firsts together.” She winks.

“I’m all over that,” I say seriously, which makes her laugh.

Yeah, I’d risk complete annihilation to experience even one more first with London. And just maybe, if I’m really lucky, she’ll get all the rest of mine.

London

“Over the past few months—despite, or maybe because of, each varying aspect of him—I’ve fallen for the enigma that is Loïc Berkeley.”

—London Wright

There. I’ve done it. I’ve officially applied to eight jobs, all within driving distance of my current residence. Granted, it took me longer than it should have to commence my job search. But getting Loïc to fall for me felt like a full-time job for a while. Then, once I got him, I was obsessed with spending time with him, and when he was at work, I was thinking about spending time with him.

But he’s gone for two weeks for annual training, and there’s no excuse not to get on with being an adult and finding a job. I have two Loïc-free weeks to fill. His training is up in northern Michigan where there is little but fields and forests, so his cell service is nonexistent. He said he would try to call me a few times on the base phones.

I haven’t applied to any jobs outside of Michigan—yet. I’m hoping one of the eight will work out, and I won’t have to.

Truth is…I’m happy here. I don’t want to move.

I close the lid of my laptop and make my way out to the living room where I find Paige eating a bowl of ramen noodles.

“You know, we’re not in college anymore. There’s no excuse to be eating those. Do you realize that each packet has sixteen hundred milligrams of sodium? That is well over half of the amount of salt you’re supposed to have in a day.”

“You sound like your mother,” Paige responds before sucking a long noodle into her mouth.

“Shit, I do, don’t I?” I plop down on the other end of the couch.

---