by Penny Wylder
I pull Eric’s face back up to mine and kiss the hell out of him. I think that I might be falling in love with him. Is that crazy? A little bit. Is it true? Also yes. Finding the hem of his shirt I pull it up and over because I want to feel his skin on mine. Eric’s body is beautiful—what I’ve seen of it and what I’ve touched of it.
He helps me get rid of the shirt, and skin to skin like this I can’t stop smiling. “Good?”
“Amazing.”
He kisses me hard before pulling back a bit. Fingers tuck into the waistband of my jeans and flick open the button. I lift my hips, letting him pull down my jeans all the way so I’m left in nothing but my panties, which are so small they might as well be nothing. Naked. I’m going to be naked with Eric.
He stops after removing my pants, staring down at me in a way I’ve never seen. Hungry and awed. I’m the one who pushes my panties down my thighs, and he helps me get them all the way off.
“Seph,” he says softly. His fingers drift down my hips and low across my stomach. Desire curls under my skin where his hand rests, and I catch his wrist, moving his fingers between my legs, and he grins when he feels the wetness and heat.
“Touch me.”
He does. Exploring slowly. Dragging his thumb over my clit and exploring my entrance. I gasp when the tip of his finger slips inside, because touching yourself and being touched by someone else couldn’t be more different.
Eric watches me carefully, and he notices when he touches my clit how I move with him, and keeps going. He experiments, moving his fingers in different ways until I moan when his thumb moves in a circle. “Tell me what you feel,” he says.
“More. Harder.”
He does, and I start to shake. I’m so turned on that I might actually come. It takes me way longer alone, but this is Eric touching me, and that fact has me ready to let go. “I’m close,” I tell him. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not on your life,” he says, keeping his fingers moving exactly the way they are. It’s like a spark arcing between two connection points. One moment I’m deep in pleasure and the next that pleasure is roaring. A bright orgasm that hits me fast and makes me gasp. “Ohhhhh,” it’s the only sound I know how to make, and I’m even wetter now than I was when he started.
I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me. While I’m watching he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them. He groans and closes his eyes like he’s just eaten a good desert, and I shudder with renewed need. Watching him do that—taste me—is more powerful than I ever could have imagined. “You taste fucking good,” he says. I swear his voice has dropped lower, and now I’m blushing. “And I loved watching that.”
“I want to see you,” I say.
Eric understands what I mean, because he stands up, quickly stripping off his jeans, and then his boxers, and he’s naked in front of me. And he’s gorgeous. The same lean physique that I’ve seen when we’ve been swimming flows down his legs into muscular things, and him. He’s hard and long and this is very, very real.
“Can I touch you?” I reach out for him, and his breath catches when I touch his heated skin. It’s a strange sensation for something to be so hard and so soft at once. It jumps when I run my fingers down the side, and Eric’s eyes are dark, completely focused on me.
He has a condom—because he was prepared—and I watch in fascination as he rolls it on. It makes him look larger. He doesn’t seem small to me, not that I have any experience.
Lying down together, Eric kisses me again, slowly moving us so that he’s between my legs, and he’s pressing against me, guiding himself to my entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“Go slow.”
He fits himself where he needs to be, and that first press of him makes me close my eyes. It’s so strange and so good. Already I feel full, but I know that this is just the beginning. Eric does move slowly, easing deeper with his hips a fraction at a time.
There is some pain, sharp and brief, and I gasp. But I grab Eric’s arms and tell him to keep going. It feels good and uncomfortable and new. I don’t want him to stop. And he doesn’t, until he’s deep inside me. Deeper than I thought he’d be able to go.
“God, Persephone,” he says when he’s all the way inside me, leaning down so our faces are close. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.”
Suddenly I’m fighting tears, and I blink them away. I never thought I would be the girl that cries during sex. But it’s not the sex that’s doing it. It’s us. The closeness we have. I can scarcely breathe. As long as I live, I don’t know that I’ll ever feel this again. We’ve bared our souls to each other, and I know that I’ll never be the same.
“Are you okay?”
I nod. My body is easing. Getting used to the feeling of him. It’s an instinct when I squeeze down on him, and he moans. “Do that again.” I do, and he curses. “That feels…fuck.”
Eric moves his hips, and it’s my turn to moan. It’s time. We both feel it. He starts to move, slowly. “Okay?”
“Yes,” I say. “Please.”
A little harder, and there’s a slight edge of pain that’s overridden by the pleasure I’m feeling. I’ve already come so my body is ready to do it again. A breeze blows mist onto us from the waterfall and I shiver.
It feels good. Different than I had imagined.
Eric braces his arms beside me, moving inside me, eyes closed. He’s moving with slow precision, steadily building. Reaching out, I place my hands on either side of his face. He opens his eyes with a start. “You’re holding back.”
“I won’t last if I go any faster.”
I smile, because he’s being sweet. But I want him to feel what I felt. That sweet pleasure and release because of another person. “I don’t care,” I say. “I want you to feel good too.”
He stops holding back, thrusting with erratic power, and I hold on to him, letting him take. It still feels amazing, having him this deep. The echoes of pleasure are ringing around in my body and I let myself sink into the sensation of his movement and delicious release.
Eric groans, driving into me one final time, and I feel him move inside me as he comes. He nearly collapses on top of me, and he’s breathing hard. Lips find my cheek, pressing. “Are you okay.”
“I’m great,” I whisper.
“I don’t want to move,” he says quietly.
I shake my head. “Don’t.” There’s something about this—resting with him on me, still inside me. It’s like a moment that was meant to be.
I’m tumbling down into feelings that are far deeper than I should. And I don’t care. Let me fall. Hard, fast, and forever, if that’s what it takes.
Eric pulls back his face so I can see him, and I see the same thoughts running through his eyes. “Seph…”
“I know,” I say. “Just don’t move. Stay here. For a little while longer.”
“I’ll stay as long as you want me to,” he says, and I don’t think that he’s talking about the way we’re lying together. He manages to pull the second blanket over us, and we rest, tangled together. Lips and limbs and everything else.
12
Eric
Six Years Ago
“I want you to come swimming with me,” I say to Seph, flopping down beside her on the grass. It’s a rare moment when she’s not writing. She’s relaxing looking up at the sky. With the sunglasses that she has on you might think that she’s asleep, but I know better.
A small smile crosses her face. “Okay. Any particular reason?”
“Other than swimming? You’ll see.”
She glances at me and raises an eyebrow, but I give nothing away. Ever since the other night, the only thing that’s been on my mind is her. Touching her. Feeling her. Being inside her again. I’m like a man possessed. But even more than that, I feel like a man. Having Seph with me makes me feel like I’ve never felt before, and I like it.
We did manage to have sex one more time, but neither of us have been able to sneak away the way we�
�ve wanted to in the past few days. But that night…
I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. Watching Seph come apart underneath me like that, what I did that with my fingers…it blows me away and I want more.
I’ve never felt anything like the sweet, pure heaven that was sex with her. And it’s only going to get better. I know that. If not because everyone says that your first time isn’t the best, then because I know both of us want to learn. And there’s more of her that I want to learn right now.
Plus, I really like seeing her blush.
“You’re already in your suit, aren’t you?” It’s not a question.
She giggles. “Yes. You want to swim every day. I doubted that it would change today.” Sitting up, she peels off her shirt revealing her bikini top, and I’m not sure which is sexier—Seph in the tiny green bikini or Seph completely naked. Both make me want to take her hand and run into the woods until we find a place to be alone.
I take off my shirt and toss it on her blanket. I’m already in my trunks and I need to get into the water to hide the fact that I’m about to be hard as the rock we had sex on.
I’m halfway into the water by the time Seph stands and takes off her shorts. She tosses her sunglasses on the blanket and saunters across the shore, well aware that I’m watching her.
“Get in here,” I say.
She smirks. “I’m on my way.”
Stopping in the shallows, I swear that she’s going to drive me crazy.
“It’s cold, give me a second.”
There are other people in the lake, but no one super close to us. “I could warm you up.”
Seph laughs. “I’m sure you could.”
“That’s actually the plan.”
“What?” She stares at me. “How are you planning to do that here?”
“Get your ass in the water and I’ll show you,” I say with a smirk.
She makes a face, but she’s half smiling too so her face is just all scrunched up. Slowly she inches closer to me until she’s hip deep right in front of me. “It’s not that cold.”
She looks away. “I know.”
I want to reach out and touch her, but I’m aware that there are a lot of eyes on us. It wouldn’t really be a bad thing if people knew we were together. But dating and sex isn’t the point of this camp—my parents made that abundantly clear—so being public with touching would only make people watch us more closely. We both like our freedom.
“Are you okay?”
She sighs and bites her lip. “The water makes me nervous. Since it’s not…clear. You know? It makes me think about all the things that could be about to grab my foot.”
I smile, but then I think about the times that she’s been in the water with me. But that’s just it. She’s only been in the water with me. When we played chicken and a dozen times since. She’s never said no to going in the water, but within reaching distance of me. I never really thought about it and I obviously never minded. But it never occurred to me that she might be nervous.
“I actually felt the same when I first came to camp after my parents bought the place,” I tell her and grab her hand under the water. “But I’ll tell you a secret about the lake that might help.”
“Oh?”
“There’s nothing in the lake,” I tell her. “No fish. Only the natural plants, and the birds that land on it.”
Her whole body sags in relief. “That does make it better.”
“As a bonus,” I say, “where we’re going the water is just a little clearer.”
“Where are we going?”
“First to the island.”
Her eyes go wide, but she nods. We swim together, matching stroke for stroke. It’s not a short swim, but not too difficult. There’s not a whole lot of people out here right now, which works well for my plan. We rest on the shore for a minute before she rolls over. “Okay, we’re here.”
“Come on.”
There’s a small dock on the back of the island. Before this was a campground there were fish in the lake. And the previous owner liked to fish from the center of the lake. It’s a little shallower than the dock on the other shore, and the water is a touch clearer. But I’m using it for the fact that it’s fairly hidden from view.
I wade into the water again and pull her under the dock with me. Sun streams through the water around us, illuminating us and causing a gorgeous glow on our legs. Now that we’re not in a line of sight, I touch her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pressing her against one of the pilings. She laughs softly. “Did you bring me all the way out here to make out?”
I smirk. “Maybe. Close your eyes.” I actually have another plan, but I’m not telling her what it is. Not yet. She closes her eyes, and I sink quietly below the water. Since this is fresh lake water it’s easy to open my eyes. Which makes it even easier to find that space between her legs, move aside her bathing suit aside and seal my mouth over her. She jumps, but doesn’t pull away.
I’ve wanted to do this for days. Because I’ve never done it. And because I want to learn how to make her feel good. And because I desperately want to know how she tastes. Now I have my answer. And my body is roaring in response. Hell yes.
Seph tastes deep and sweet, and addictive. Holy shit. This isn’t what I imagined—I don’t even know what I imagined—but it’s better. Even underwater I feel her go slick under my tongue, and I lick her slowly. Exploring from her entrance up to the top. I’ve gotten more familiar with her, but feeling her under my mouth is so hot.
I’m hard, and I reach down into my trunks to grab myself, teasing. Surfacing to breathe, Seph is looking at me like I’m crazy and like she wants to devour me all at once. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I thought that was kind of obvious.”
Seph licks her bottom lip, an unconscious reaction. “What if someone sees?”
Standing up more fully, I show her briefly how hard I am. “At the moment, I don’t really care if anyone sees.” I lean closer. “And you taste really fucking good.”
“Really?” She blushes. “I thought…everyone says that guys don’t like doing that.”
“Maybe that’s true for some guys,” I say. “But it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I like it.” Grabbing her hand, I pull her deeper under the dock where the water is shallow and we can be in the shadows. “And I’d like to do it without holding my breath so I can hear you.”
“If you’re sure.”
By way of answer I help her lay down on the sand and press her legs apart. Fuck, she tastes even better out of the water. Guys who don’t like doing this are crazy. I can think of some reasons why they would say they didn’t, and they’re all utter bullshit. This is so fucking hot. Especially those little breathy moans that she’s making, trying to keep quiet so that no one in the surrounding water hears us.
I love listening to her. Especially when the way she moves and the little sounds she makes draw me a map for what she likes. Her hips arch into me when I lick her clit—the magic button that people say is hard to find. It’s only hard to find if you’re blind or you don’t care. And when I lick lower, she shakes and gasps. Much like the way she does when I’m actually inside her.
When I seal my mouth over her and create suction, Seph claps her hands over her mouth to keep herself quiet, and when I add my tongue to that equation, she does all of those things. So I keep doing that.
Sucking and licking until she’s gasping and her hands are in my hair. “Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Exactly that.” I do it, keeping the pattern of my tongue circling the way I’ve been doing it, and her breath goes faster.
I taste it when she comes. Seph gets wetter, her flavor sharper and more abundant and I lap it up from her entrance, covering her with my tongue and enjoying the feeling of her shaking. Quivering with aftershocks. I wonder if I could just not stop and make her come again. It’s an addicting feeling this. Powerful and perfect.
“Eric,” she gasps, pulling me up from her legs and towards h
er face. “I can’t.”
“I could make you come again.”
She grins even though she’s panting. “I know you could. But if you do, I’m going to scream. I won’t be able to keep quiet.”
“That’s tempting,” I tell her.
“Noooooo,” she groans but she’s laughing. “Later.”
I grin. “So you liked it?” The look she gives me makes me break out into laughter.
“Yes, I did. Feel free to do that any time.” I sink down her body and she giggles. “Not now. I’m so sensitive that everyone on the lake will hear me.”
“I might like that.”
She blushes bright red. “I wouldn’t.”
“Which is why my mouth is not on you again right this second. I love the way you taste. Better even than when it was on my fingers. From the source.”
“When you say it like that it’s not sexy,” she laughs, scrunching up her nose. I would never do anything that she didn’t want me to, but I still can’t ignore the fact that I want everyone to know how good I made her feel. That my girlfriend loves the way I fuck her, even if it’s just with my tongue. I want to shout it from the goddamn rooftops. Or in this case, all the way across the lake.
I notice the way we’re lined up that I’m pressing against her, no way that she can’t feel it. I move my hips, and Seph’s eyes flare. “What about this? Now I can keep your mouth occupied.”
She moans when I kiss her, hands landing on my shoulders. But she doesn’t push me away. Instead her fingers dig into my skin and she kisses me back.
This is something I made fun of. Too young. Not enough. Not sexy. But the way it feels to press against her heat separated by almost nothing…really fucking hot. I rock against her. Harder. Faster. I’m lost in all of it.
I don’t try to last. Lightning races up my spine and pleasure blasts through me so quickly that I go blind. And I keep grinding into her, lengthening the feeling and feeling her shake. The little cry in my mouth and her chest arching into me—she came again. Pride and satisfaction rise up in me. Perfect.