Page 54 of Melt With You

She shrugged, but started to pull him after her.

‘Where are we going.’

‘You’ll see.’

His eyebrows raised when she’d brought him to the door, when she’d pulled him through. They were in her parents’ room. She’d never done it here before, although she’d always wanted to. She didn’t know why, but the thought of fucking in her parents’ bed gave her a naughty little thrill, emphasized somehow by the pot.

‘Are you serious?’ Rowan asked, hesitating. He actually looked over his shoulder, as if Dori’s mother and father might burst in at any moment. Might catch them. That had happened only once, Dori’s mother walking in while she and Rowan were watching a movie. Except that they hadn’t been watching. They’d been kissing. Dori’s mom had been as embarrassed as they were.

The pot’s made you paranoid,’ Dori giggled. ‘They’re still in Europe, remember?’

He took a tentative step forward, and she grabbed onto his hand and pulled firmly, so that they tumbled onto the bed together. Rowan let out a gasp. He hadn’t realized the queen-size frame held a waterbed. Together, they rolled on the waves, and then once more they started to kiss.

‘I’ve never done it on a waterbed before,’ Rowan confessed.

‘Me neither.’

He climbed astride her, moving experimentally. ‘It’s sort of nice.’

Dori moaned in agreement. The motion of the bed was rolling, soothing. She could see the appeal of the waterbed as more than a throwback to the seventies. Working together, they took their clothes off, Dori staring hard at Rowan’s body, which was both new to her, and deeply familiar. She’d had her hands all over him, every inch of him, when they were seniors. But there had hardly ever been a time when they were truly alone. When they didn’t have to worry about someone interrupting, someone seeing them.

Now, she could take her time, admiring his body, drinking him in.

He was in good shape, and she found herself growing more aroused by the second. When they were totally naked, they came back together, his hands on her, mouth on her skin. She arched and felt him push forward, pressing against her clit, rubbing against her with the length of his cock. He was clit-fucking her, slipping in her juices, thrusting so that she gained exactly the pressure she craved.

But there was more. Somehow, she knew there would be. Rowan had a handle on what turned her on in a way that was different from her other recent experiences. Yes, she had enjoyed fucking Van, but the whole time, she’d felt as if she might wake up at any moment. As if she should grab that golden ring now, while the carousel zoomed past. With Rowan, she felt as if they had all the time in the world.

Rowan seemed to feel the same way. He was in no rush to fuck her. To slip his cock inside of her. Instead, he continued to rock against her, letting the length of his rod press so sweetly to her clit. Dori shut her eyes for a moment, feeling the waves of the bed combining, building, with the waves of pleasure within her.

Why hadn’t she fucked on a waterbed before?

And why hadn’t she stayed with Rowan? Had they needed to part ways in order to come back together? Did she need to see what life was like without him in order to appreciate what the world was like at his side?

Or in this case, not at his side, but underneath him.

And from this vantage point, the world was a lovely place to be.

‘You’re close,’ he said, sensing a change within her, sensing the precise moment when all he had to do was slip against her one more time and she would come.

‘Yes.’ Her voice didn’t sound like her voice at all. Not to her ears. She sounded dusky. Desperate for him to keep going.

‘Tell me.’

‘Oh, God, Rowan,’ she said, gazing into his eyes as she spoke. Seeing the boy and the man, the same way she had with Luke. But with Rowan, it was different because she didn’t think he was any less of a person than he’d been in high school. There didn’t appear to be that film of what-might-have-been across his surface. He had lived up to his potential. He had grown into his skin.

‘Tell me,’ he said again.

‘I’m so close,’ she whispered, digging her fingers into his biceps, holding onto his arms. He was well-built for an engineer, wasn’t he? That thought flickered through her mind before he pushed hard against her one last time, and she came.

So sweet it was, the taste of her pleasure in her mouth, the way he held her against the rocking of the bed, let those brilliant contractions fill her up, take her away, and only when he saw that she was starting to come down did he thrust inside of her. Now, she felt as if she were made of water. Liquid entirely. Because she could hear the wetness as he thrust forward, could feel the slick slippery lubrication of her own juices on her thighs, on Rowan’s skin.

He had to work to get the rhythm right, now that they were really fucking, now that the bed was truly moving beneath them. Until suddenly Rowan seemed to want something more. Something else. He lifted her up in his arms, took her off the bed, pressed her up against the wall. She groaned at the feeling of being trapped between his body and cold gold-painted plaster of her mother’s bedroom wall. Groaned as he fucked her so hard she thought she could see stars.

This was a benefit of getting older, she suddenly thought. High school kids didn’t know how to fuck like this. Because, Jesus, Rowan was hitting all the right moves. Slamming against her, letting her feel how hard he was, and then gripping her up once more, hands cradling her ass and pumping into her. Again and again and again.

Only when she felt herself teetering on the brink of a second climax did he seem ready to give in. Back they went to the bed, this time with Rowan behind her, gripping into her short blue-tipped black hair, pummeling her steadily with the force and the speed she required. Doggy-style on the waterbed took every ounce of her concentration. The rolling of the bed set her in continual motion, but the give and sway of the mattress made the sensation of being fucked so much more delicious, as if Rowan was the one constant in this equation.

At the very end, he brought one hand underneath her body, and he just tightroped his fingertips over her clit, so that she came, eyes wet from the pleasure, totally silent from the awe of it, from the feeling that she had been transported through time twenty years to experience the fuck of her life.

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