Her

by Heywood, Carey

  Instead, I chicken out again and pick her up and toss her into a wave. She looks so cute when she comes up sputtering. She crinkles her nose and comes after me. I just grab her and pull her under. She’s pressed up against me, and she looks really hot in that bikini. I can only handle so much. The waves push her body against me, and I get hard. I’m pretty sure she feels it too. I drop my arms, and we both tread water for a couple minutes.

  She isn’t looking at me. Shit. This is bad. I gnaw on the side of my lip trying to think of a way to play it off. Ignoring it seems to be the only option. I grab her hand, and she follows me back to our towels. We both lie face down, facing each other. She looks tired, and I smile at her as I watch her eyes close.

  I start dozing, but my eyes snap open and I lift my head when I hear, “What the hell, JJ? You’re dripping on me.”

  JJ is standing over her, dripping water on her.

  “Seriously, dude. Back off.” I’m already standing.

  “Chill out, Will. Hey, Sarah. Do you want to come in with me?”

  She starts to say something, but I cut her off. “She’s good.”

  She glares at me before turning over and looking up at JJ. “I’d love to.”

  I grumble and get up to follow them. No more pussyfooting around. I catch up to them once they’re only a couple steps in. I grab her from behind and swing her around and up onto my shoulder. I am telling her how I feel about her before someone else hits on her.

  “I can walk, you know,” she grumbles.

  I lower her slowly, sliding her down my body. Her eyes are wide, and I hesitate, chewing on the corner of my bottom lip.

  “What the hell was that, Will?”

  I shrug, my hands still on her waist. She puts her hands on my chest to push me away; I only hold on tighter.

  Exhaling, I close my eyes and lean down to rest my forehead on hers “Why did you have to wear that today?”

  “You suck, Will.” My eyes pop open. “I’m way more covered up than most of the girls in our class, and I don’t see you giving them any grief.”

  “I just don’t like the way other guys are looking at you.” I hate how jealous I sound even though I mean it.

  Her arms relax, but she doesn’t remove her hands. “Why?”

  This is it. I turn my head, my breath tickling her ear. “Maybe I want you all for myself.”

  Her mouth drops open. I lift my head and study her expression. She hasn’t freaked out. I slowly lower my lips to hers. I’ve never been so scared as I barely dust my lips across hers before pressing more firmly.

  She jerks back. “Will, what are you doing?”

  Her pulling away freaks me out. “I’m trying to kiss you.”

  She smacks my arm.

  “Remember when I told you I like someone else?”

  She nods. All I want to do is kiss her again.

  “I was talking about you,” I admit, relief washing over me.

  “Me?” She doesn’t believe me.

  I roll my eyes and pull her back into my arms.

  She pushes me away “But why?”

  I put my hands on her shoulders and drop my head down in front of hers. “I’ve liked you for a long time but just figured you weren’t interested in dating anyone, until you agreed to go out with Kyle.”

  She shakes her head. I can’t believe she still doesn’t believe me. “Be serious.”

  I don’t say anything. I just drop my lips to hers again. This kiss is to convince her. She braces her hands on my arms and presses herself against me. I keep one arm coiled around her waist and move the other one up to the back of her neck pulling her face closer to mine. She moans, and I use it as an invitation to slip my tongue into her mouth.

  Kissing her is better than any fantasy I have ever had. There is no way I could have imagined her soft lips or how turned on I could get from just the taste of her tongue. Her eyes stay closed, and I kiss my way across her cheek to her ear, where I whisper that I’ve wanted to do that for so long. My mouth moves down to her neck.

  “Will, stop.”

  “What?” I’m nibbling on her earlobe.

  “People are watching.” She tries to step back.

  My arm tightens around her again. “Fuck them.”

  She laughs. “Will.”

  I pull back, putting my hands on either side of her face and lock eyes with her. “Seriously, Sarah. Fuck them.” I lean back down, giving her a sweet kiss before wrapping my arms around her waist.

  “Will?”

  “Um hmm.” I’m running my nose down the side of her ear. I can just barely smell her apple shampoo. Makes me want to taste her.

  “What does this mean?”

  “You’re mine.”

  She snorts. “I’m yours?”

  “Yep, all mine.” I grin, thinking of how fun it will be to make her mine in every way I can.

  From the park we head home, stopping to get ice cream on the way. After the most perfect afternoon of my life, we get caught napping poolside by my mom. I had talked Sarah into a private swim in my pool. I had her all to myself and didn’t have to worry about anyone looking at her. I’d never been so turned on. I had to make myself stop touching her.

  I didn’t want to scare her or move too fast. She fell asleep in my arms. It would have been amazing to wake up with her there if my mom hadn’t caught us. My mom wanted to talk, whatever that meant. I just didn’t want this day with Sarah to end.

  She opens the front door, and I pull her upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door behind me. She kicks off her flip flops and lies on her bed. She is so beautiful, and my girlfriend. I’ve been waiting for this forever. Click. I snap a picture of her when she isn’t looking. I set my camera back in its case then step out of my shoes before I go to stretch out next to her. I’m on my side, facing her.

  My hand moves up to her face to brush some hair behind her ear. Her smile lights up her whole face. We move closer together until she puts her hands on either side of my face. I snake my arm around her waist. We kiss, and I pull her even closer as my tongue dips into her mouth. We’re like this when Brian opens her bedroom door.

  We spring apart as Brian mutters, “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  I look up at him, and when I see the look in his eyes, I quickly look back down.

  “Ahhh” is all Sarah can come up with.

  “How long has this been going on?” He gestures between the two of us.

  I reach out to take her hand. “Not long.”

  “And you’re already making out like that on her bed? Wait, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Brian’s going to kick my ass.

  “They broke up.”

  “And my little sister is your rebound?”

  Hell no. I shake my head. “She’s not a rebound. I broke up with Jessica for her.”

  I look at her, and she smiles. Her whole face lights up, and I forget Brian for a moment while I just look at her.

  “Sarah, go to my room. I want to talk to Will alone.” Brian pops his knuckles.

  Oh shit. Now I just watch his hands. “What? No way. Anything you want to say to Will you can say in front of me.”

  I squeeze her hand and lie. “It’s okay, Sarah.”

  Brian motions towards his room with his head.

  “Fine,” she grumbles, giving my hand a squeeze one more time before she lets go.

  Brian closes the door behind her and leans against it. “What are your intentions with my baby sister?”

  I go to stand, but he motions for me to stay seated. “I would never hurt her,” I say with conviction.

  He rubs his jaw. “You’re lucky I believe you, but this.” He motions to the bed. “Is too soon.”

  I nod, wondering if this means he isn’t going to kick my ass.

  “What’s your new favorite word, Will?”

  Huh? My confusion must read across my face because he answers for me. “Slow. Slow is your new fucking favorite word. Got me?” He pushes off against the door, towering over me.<
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  “Yes,” I say quickly.

  I really don’t want to get my ass kicked. It would put a damper on it being the best day of my life. I go home to face the music with my mom. Our chat is surreal. She also wants to know what my intentions are with Sarah. She amazes me by asking why I’m not still with Jessica and goes on to say what a nice girl Jessica is.

  I hadn’t even known she noticed I dated her, let alone paid enough attention to have an opinion on whom I dated at all. She’s disappointed when I make it clear I have no plans on ending things with Sarah, period.

  “So what color is your dress?” I’ve never been into school dances, but I’m excited about prom.

  She closes her locker. “Not telling you.”

  I smile and grab her hand. “I just need to know what color corsage to get you.”

  “Oh, I thought you—never mind. It’s black.”

  Is the flower supposed to match the dress? “Do they have black flowers?”

  She giggles. “Black goes with anything, silly. We can pick whatever color we want.”

  “So what color corsage do you want?”

  She pauses, looking at me. “I don’t know, white or red. What do you think?”

  I slip her backpack down her arm and toss it into the backseat before kissing her “Anything you want,” I whisper in her ear as I kiss her neck.

  “I want you.”

  Did she just say that? I lift my head and stare into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I missed that.”

  She blushes but keeps her eyes on mine. “I want you.”

  “You got me, Miller Lite.”

  “Will,” she groans.

  “What?” I ask innocently, trying not to think of how dead I would be if Brian found out.

  We turn our heads when someone shouts across the parking for us get a room. I kiss her again and reach behind her to open the door for her. When we’re both in my car, I turn and ask if she’s okay.

  She looks down and starts to spin her ring. “Do you want to, you know, have sex with me?”

  I gulp. “Of course, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

  “I don’t,” she lifts her eyes to mine, “want to wait.”

  She says it again. “I don’t want to wait.”

  I grab her neck and pull her mouth to mine, my fingers threaded through her hair. A tap on the driver’s side window brings us back to earth. Our school’s track coach motions for us to hit the road. I nod, catching my breath and shifting in my seat before I start the car.

  Once we’re on the main road going towards her house, I speak. “Are you sure?” As much as I want her to, I just don’t want her to feel pressured.

  “I love you,” she answers.

  I take her hand and kiss her knuckles while I drive, feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet. “I love you so much, Sarah Miller. So much.”

  Slow has been my favorite word for the last two months. I’ve been letting her set the pace. I would be willing to wait forever for her. Yesterday, she told me she wanted to have sex with me and then that she loved me. Part of me wanted to do it right then and there or when we were messing around on her couch afterward, but I can’t.

  I don’t want her first time to be like that. I want it to be something she’ll never forget. I’m thinking prom night. Until then, I want her to get used to me touching her without being shy or nervous.

  I’ve been dreaming about what I’ll do to her all day. From the moment I got to her house this morning and saw she wore a dress like I asked. Yesterday was unreal. I’ve never seen anything as sexy as her face when I was touching her. Today, if she’s okay with it, I want to try something different. I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. When I turn the corner and see her waiting for me by my locker I have to tell myself to calm down.

  I pull her in for a kiss. She leans into me, and it’s like she was built to fit me. She breaks our kiss first, her eyes glancing nervously around to see if anyone saw us. She’s beautiful.

  I let my hand drift down her back until they land on her waist before dropping a kiss on her forehead. She steps back and tilts her head toward my locker. Oh, right, books. I shrug my bookbag off and open my locker, dumping what I don’t need. Once I’m all set, I drape my arm across her shoulders, and we walk out to the parking lot. When we get to my car, I kiss her again and open her door.

  Once I’m in, before I’ve even started my car, I reach out and skim the edge of her dress with my fingers. “I like your dress.”

  She shivers, and it makes me feel invincible. By some miracle, we make it to her house in one piece.

  “Should we go to your room?” I ask, not really wanting to do what I want to do to her in the den.

  Her eyes widen, and she nods. We drop our bags by the door, and I pull her into my arms. I love that she’s smaller than me, that I have to lean over to kiss her while she stands on her toes. I can’t get enough of her. I have every intention of taking it slow with her. Her hair is down today. My hands are at the back of her neck; my fingers sink into her hair. I pull back, breaking our kiss and watch as her eyes focus on mine.

  “Upstairs.” I lean in to whisper in her ear.

  She yelps and wraps her arms around my neck as I sweep my arm under her and carry her up the stairs. Her eyes stay on mine each step. I use my foot to kick the door closed behind us once we’re in her room. I watch her eyes dart around and bet she’s wondering if it’s messy or if she should have made her bed.

  I walk over to her bed and gently set her down. She reaches over to slip off her shoes. I’m nervous about taking mine off in case we need to hurry downstairs if her mom gets home early. I finally decide to take them off and crawl up next to her.

  She’s on her back, her fingers linked on her chest, my very own Snow White. I lean over her and kiss her. Her hands move up to my hair. I can tell she’s getting turned on when she flexes her fingers against my head. I lower myself onto my side, and she turns to face me. I love the feeling of being over her, but I can either hold myself up or touch her, and I’m dying to get my hands on her.

  She’s wearing a button up sweater over her dress. There is nothing hotter than her eyes on mine as I unbutton it. I push one side over her shoulder, and she sits up to take it all the way off. Her dress is sleeveless, and when she lies back down, I lightly drag my fingertips down her arm and watch goosebumps form.

  Learning all of the ways her body will react to me is my newest obsession. Every day I can discover some new way to want her. That thought leads me to her breasts. She slips her arms through both of the straps of her dress and her bra. I kiss her as my hand palms her over her clothes.

  With my lips on hers, I tug the material covering it down. When my hand cups bare skin, I’m beyond turned on. Her arm reaches down to my waist to pull my body closer to hers. She doesn’t shy away from my hard on. She presses her hips against mine and swivels them in a way that makes me want her so bad.

  I lift my head to check the time on her alarm clock. It’s hard to stop kissing her when I look back down at her. Her eyes flutter open, and her lips are parted. I can’t ignore them, but I still have plans for her. I dust my lips across hers as I move lower. I kiss my way down her neck, nipping along the way. When my lips hit the sensitive skin around her breasts, her body bucks against mine.

  God, she turns me on. I take a deep breath before I lower my hand to her hip as I explore her further. She murmurs things softly. I have to make myself listen over the sound of blood pounded in my ears. “Oh, Will. Oh, oh, whoa, yes.”

  And when she sucks in her breath, I know I’m doing something right. My hand moves from her hip to the hem of her dress. I lift my lips from her breast to watch her eyes as I pull the material higher up her leg. She shivers again. Shit. Something about watching her tremble gets me even more worked up. I slowly kiss my way down her stomach, over the top of her dress. I keep my eyes on hers just in case she wants me to stop. It would be hard, but I won’t push her.

  Her dress is pulled up fa
r enough for me to kiss the tops of her thighs. Each kiss, I pause to look up at her. She’s wearing simple pink cotton underwear. I hear her gasp when I kiss the seam. I lift my head. “Is this okay?”

  She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a small nod. My eyes lock on her as I reach up to ease her underwear down. She lifts her hips just a breath, just enough for me to know she trusts me. This, what I’m about to do, is a first for me too. I stare at her, right in front of me. She is so fucking beautiful. I’m pretty sure I was doing something right yesterday so I start touching her first with just my hands. She’s moaning. Holy shit, that’s hot. I drop my lips to her and pull back when her hips buck.

  “Easy, Miller Lite.” I laugh.

  Her hands cover her face. I crawl up her to push them away and kiss her. I don’t want her to be shy or embarrassed. She’s a fucking dream come true.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Please say no, please say no.

  I chew on the inside of my lip, waiting for her to reply, then kiss her again when she shakes her head and quietly says. “Don’t stop.”

  That’s all I need. I hear her giggle as I ease myself back down her body. Her parents might be home any minute, and I want to make this good for her. With my fingers and my lips, I touch and kiss every inch of her. Stopping and staying wherever it is that makes her start moving underneath me.

  I’m hard as a rock, but all I can focus on is her, her sounds, her taste, how soft she is, how wet I’ve made her. Her fingers are in my hair, and I’m surprised by how sexy it is to feel her push my head down to her. I love the effect I have on her body. I don’t stop; I feel like whatever I am doing is right, is what she needs.

  I smile against her when she calls out my name. I’m also scared shitless because that was fucking loud. I’m not stopping, though, not until she’s shaking like a leaf and says ‘ohmygod’ at least six more times.