But her mouth. Her damn mouth, leaving little kisses on the corner of mine, her tongue teasing me, the taste of her skin…
I wanted to swallow her up.
“Something I Can Never Have” played, the shower ran, and it was like we were in the fountain as kids again. Everything was pure and sweet, just for that short amount of time, and this was how it was supposed to happen. It was always going to happen with us.
I wanted to feel her on me. Her skin on mine. I wanted every inch of her.
Carrying her to the sink, I set her down and she pulled up my sweatshirt and T-shirt, helping me get them off. I dropped them to the floor and held her face, kissing her again and again, my tongue meeting hers and our heat and breath mixing together.
I pulled back, looking at her eyes as I slipped the bow tie off and unbuttoned her blouse. She ran her hands down my chest all the way to my stomach, fingering the grooves and dips, and I groaned at how good her fingers felt.
This was the only way she could see me, and even though it made my blood race in the most unbearable way, I tried to be patient and let her explore.
Fingers splayed over my collarbone, across my shoulders, down my arms, tracing the lines and muscles on my chest and stomach, and then she slipped her fingers under the waist of my jeans, filling my groin with heat.
“Winter…” I barely whispered.
I wished she knew my name. I wanted to hear her say it.
Why did she feel so different than anyone else?
She slipped out of her shirt, but when she reached around to unclasp her bra, I stopped her, pulling the straps off her shoulders instead and kissing a path up her collarbone to her neck.
Wrapping my arm around her, I brought her body against mine, my groin rubbing between her legs, aching painfully as I kissed her forehead.
“I want you to be my first,” she whispered.
I closed my eyes.
“I want it to be you,” she continued, “even if you’re going to disappear on me again, I want it to be you.”
I dug my fingers into her young thighs, wanting to fuck her on this sink right now and kiss her until I couldn’t move anymore.
I wanted her first time.
“I…” Fuck, I needed to leave. “I…”
“You. I want you.” She peppered my neck with kisses. “I love how the world looks when I’m with you. I want it to be you.”
She sucked on my neck, gently sinking her teeth in, and my body exploded with a charge of electric current, my dick begging to get out of these jeans, and I slipped my hand into her hair, holding her mouth to my body. “Fuck.”
“Do you have your phone?” she asked against my skin.
“Yeah, why?”
“Take a picture of me doing this,” she whispered. “If you disappear, I want you to remember me.”
Baby, I’ve never disappeared. I’ve always been here. This past summer when you were lying on the beach, I was there. When you went into the shop with your mom for a coffee, I was right there.
She never knew how close I always was.
I dug out my phone and turned it on, remembering I had the group phone. It didn’t matter. I’d transfer it later.
“A video, okay?” I breathed out. “I want to have everything.”
The way she moved, the sounds she made… I wanted to remember this when I couldn’t have her anymore.
Starting a recording, I focused on us and closed my eyes, saving the sounds and images of her pretty face kissing me forever.