June 8, 1996
We walk the few blocks to my house. The windows are dark, which means my parents are either in bed or not home yet. A peek inside the garage confirms it. They drove my mom's car today, and Dad's is the only one there. Still, I rush you inside, slinging your overnight bag over my shoulder and steering you up the stairs with my hands on your hips. Ditching your bag on the floor, I lock the door to my room and attack you. Your eyes are glazed over, and your grin is loose. I laugh lowly when I think back to something you said after our first date.
"Remember that time you said you didn't want to lose your inhibitions in my bedroom?"
"Did I say that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Hm. Must've been temporarily insane."
"That's good to hear." My hands sneak under your short dress and roam freely, drifting over the curve of your ass and up your back to unhook your bra. You work that magic where you slip it off under your clothes, laughing as you throw it across the room.
I drop down into my beanbag and pull you with me until you're straddling my lap. I can't remember if my boner from earlier ever went away, but if it did, it's right back at attention. You grind against it and trail your tongue up my neck before stripping off my shirt.
"I've got another surprise for you," you whisper when your mouth reaches my ear.
"I dunno if it can top the other one, but you can try."
"I'm on the pill."
It takes a minute to dawn on me, because I go half deaf and dumb when you roll your hips over me, grinding hard. I hold you still when I get it. "Does that mean…?"
"Uh-huh."
Immediately, I grasp the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. "Up," I growl. You stand up, and I slide your underwear down and kiss between your legs. Panting, you push my head away and move across the room, perfect tits bouncing when you fling yourself down on the bed.
"Jesus, Bella," I mutter. This isn't gonna last all that long if you keep teasing me like this. But I've got big plans. It won't be the last time tonight. Far from it. I yank my jeans open and get them off in record time. "You're sexy."
"Get over here," you breathe.
"Gladly." I crawl over you and settle down between the cradle of your hips, wasting no time. "You're sure no cond—"
"No way." You pull me down with your hands in my hair. "I wanna feel you."
Contrary to what I actually want to do, I push inside you slowly, needing to savor every inch. The curse I mutter is probably a little too loud, but feeling you bare is intense. Hot. Wet. Soft. Everything. I hold still for a few seconds, gathering my wits, but then you bend your knees and spread them farther apart, and I sink in just a bit more.
"Oh, hell," I mutter. Every muscle in my body is tensed to the max as I struggle to hold back, resting my forehead on your shoulder. Your hands go to my ass and push until I'm as deep as I can go.
"Edward," you whine and nudge me up with your hips.
When I'm sure I won't ruin things completely by finishing before we've really started, I pull halfway out, thrusting back in harder than I would if I were…a little more sober. The noise you make is loud and sexy, so I do it again. And again. I love being with you in any way, love taking my time and paying close attention to every part of you, but this…this… Driving into you like we've done this a hundred times, feeling you like I never have before, catching your high-pitched noises with my mouth and groaning into yours…
Your clutching hands leave my back to reach for the headboard. I never expected that to look so hot, but Jesus. Sitting back on my knees, I watch your lips part when you try to form words, watch your eyes squeeze shut when holding my gaze becomes too much, watch your tits bounce when I thrust hard. It's too much. And then your eyes fly open, and your words…
"I wanna—try something," you say, pushing me back with your heels on my thighs. I don't know if it's all the excitement, the imbibing from the party, or just the heat of the moment, but whatever it is that's making you even bolder than normal, I want to bottle it up and keep a store of it somewhere. My eyes grow wide when you turn over onto your stomach and push up to your knees, looking back at me over your shoulder.
"You want…?" Words stick in my throat, because how much fucking luckier can I get?
"I want to try this."
I blow out a deep breath and skim my hands over your back, the curve of your ass, your hips. From this angle, I can see everything. Everything. I watch myself slide inside you and feel you clench around me. I pause, even though it's really difficult to keep still. "Okay?"
"So good."
I pull back and thrust once. "Yeah?"
You gasp and clench again. "It's different. Good different. Oh! Amazing different," you amend when I move faster. "There's this spot…"
It feels different this way for me, too. I want to pay attention to your sounds and movements, but I'm sort of mesmerized by what's in front of me. It becomes too much, and I don't think I can hold out much longer.
"Bella. Do I pull out or—"
"No!" you practically shout. "Don't."
I start to slip my hand around your hip to help you out, but you beat me to it. You're touching yourself. While I'm inside you. I didn't think it was possible to be more turned on in this moment. But I am. "I can't…" I let go, clutching your hips and thrusting, and, "Fuck…" I mutter, because this is fucking rapture.
"Oh, God. I can feel…" You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your voice as you pulse around me. I've never heard you so loud before.
I learn something new about you tonight. You snore when you've been drinking. It's just the quietest, faintest hint of a snore, but it's there. It's kind of cute. You're sprawled out on your stomach with your head on my chest and your arm slung low around my waist. I run a hand through your long hair over and over again and kiss your forehead from time to time. You crashed hard soon after our second round, but I don't want to sleep. I don't want to waste a second with you.
My parents came in about an hour ago. Mom tapped lightly on my door and said, "Night, Edward," in a soft voice. She does it every time she comes home late. She never actually checks to see if I'm awake. It's become a comforting gesture for me, and I think it is for her, too.
It was weird doing it when we knew my parents were home, but it also sort of added to the thrill.
You stir in your sleep, hooking your leg around mine, and I kiss the top of your head again. I chuckle quietly and just lie there, listening to the soft music coming from the clock radio on my bedside table and thinking. About how lucky I am. About how much I love you. About how excited I am that we won't be separated for college after all.
Who knows? Maybe we won't ever have to be separated.