“Beautiful. Stunning. Perfection.”
“Even my freckles?”
A flash of a smile dances over his lips. “You mean, these little dots where you’ve been kissed by the sun?” He lifts a hand and runs a thumb over the tip of my nose and over the side of my left cheek.
A shiver creeps up my spine, thrilling. Something I’ve never felt before. “Yes, especially those.”
“What else?” I ask, wanting to hear more.
His hand slides down to my neck. “You have the most elegant neck. Like a swan. Long, lithe, alluring.” He moves closer, I can barely hear him now.
But I can see him.
His face an inch away from mine.
I didn’t realize until this very moment that I’ve been waiting this whole time, my whole life, to kiss him.
“Kiss me, Xavier,” I whisper.
And he sucks in the air I breathe out.
His mouth lowers to mine and my lips are touching his.
Everything about it feels right, I push forward, wanting to feel him harder against my mouth, more. I just want more.
He pulls away, and I almost fall into the space between us.
“Malynda,” he says, and it scares me the way he says it. Like it might be the last time.
“Yes?”
“I can’t offer you anything. I don’t have anything. It’s why I haven’t… I want you to know, I know you deserve more.”
I lean forward, my head against his chest, listening to his racing heart beat for a moment, before I look up at him.
“You have the one thing no one else can offer me,” I confess.
“And you have the only thing I could ever want,” he replies.
We take a breath and in unison we whisper, “You.”
Him
I don’t know who moves first but once we break the dam, there’s no stopping.
My mouth is on hers and hers is on mine. My hands are tangled in her hair, her fingers digging into my shoulders, like we’re trying to grab handfuls of each other to devour.
I’m hard, instantly hard. I’ve been holding back my want for her for so long that I’m not sure how long I can hold on, at just the thought that I may soon have her.
She moans against my mouth, and my brain short circuits at the thought that it’s from me touching her. She lies back on the blanket and pulls me on top of her, her legs wrapping around my hips like they’ve always belonged there.
It takes everything not to thrust against her. It’s not time yet, through two layers of clothing. I hardly want her memory of this being me dry humping her. I pull back, rocking back onto my heels, taking in the sight of her laid out in front of me, her blonde wavy hair wild, like Medusa’s, her lips already full and red from my kisses.
“So beautiful,” I whisper to myself rather than to her, but the smile she gives me makes my heart skip a beat. Does she really not know how beautiful she is?
She reaches for me and I lower myself back down to her, my lips finding the smoothness of her neck, and I run my tongue along its length. Her skin smells just like I thought it would. Sweet and natural, like dewy flower petals, like sunshine.
“Ohhh,” a groan escapes my lips as I feel her hand reached between us and brushes over my hardness. My whole body stiffens as I swallow. “Sweetheart…”
“Shhh… I want it. I want you, Xavier,” she says, the words that undo me.
My hand gropes at the side of her thigh, pulling her skirt up to bunch at her hips. She wriggles under me, her legs falling wider apart. I tilt to the side, my fingers reaching along her inner thigh, up higher and higher, until they graze along the hem of her panties.
I take a breath and push them aside. And finally come skin to skin with the sweetest part of her.
She’s soft, warm, wet.
She wants me.
Almost as much as I want her.
I tease a finger, following the wetness, and the tip of my finger slides inside her. She squeezes around it, and I feel my hardness twitch.
I can’t wait much longer.
But I need to know that she’s ready. As ready as I am right now. As ready as I’ve been waiting my whole life to be.
It suddenly occurs me to ask, and I’m almost afraid of the answer. I kiss her gently, brushing a hair from her face.
“Sweetheart. Is this okay?”
“You’re my first, Xavier,” she says with a tremble.
And I respond with the gift that she’s given me.
“You’re my first, too, Malynda,” I confess and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kissing me deep, hard.
“I’m ready. I didn’t know it, but I was waiting for you.”
I kiss my way down her body until my face is level with her hips, I gently ease her panties down her legs, breathing her in. Her sweet, salty scent.
I can’t wait any longer.
I free myself from my pants and ease myself between her legs.
Running my fingertips along her inner thighs, I position myself against her. She bites her lip and nods, giving me the cue. I hold my breath as I push forward, feeling myself slide into her slowly, inch by inch, until there’s nothing left of me.
Her brow furrows for a moment as she takes a sharp breath, and I press my lips against the patch of skin just below her ear.
“Are you ok?” I whisper and she mouths the word “yes.” I kiss her gently, as my hips pull back, and I feel every inch of her tighten around me.
Is this heaven?
I ease myself back in and she exhales with me. I do it again; this time her eyes lock on mine and I can’t look away. Locked with her, as I slide in and out of her. In and out. Gasping for breath as I feel myself rising and falling both at once.
“Oh, Malynda,” I moan, and she closes her eyes for a moment, her head falling back.
I reach between her legs, feeling for the spot I know she must be wanting me to.
“Fuck.” The curse falls from her lips when I reach it.