“Um…where are we going?”
I chuckle at the perplexed look on his face, unbuckling my seatbelt before stepping out of the car. It’s not as chilly as yesterday, the air cool but without the bitter wind it’s tolerable. He’s stepping cautiously out of the car, looking up and down the dusty road and there’s nothing in sight but trees and fields, the steel gray sky hanging low over our heads.
Breakfast had been a quiet affair this morning, my mother having gone to do some black Friday shopping. It was just Justin and me, staring at each other over our bowls of Captain Crunch. My head was all over the place, between my father leaving and Justin’s promise and my mother’s words I didn’t know what to do. I knew that I never wanted to be without him. I knew that much, but my mother was right. I don’t want to regret this twenty years from now. I don’t want to resent him. I love him too much to do that. I just needed to get out of that house, to go somewhere and do something. I just had to get away and I couldn’t help but smile when I remembered just the place.
“Guess you’ll have to follow me and find out,” I say as I take a step towards a small grove of trees just next to the road.
“Is this the part where you take me out into the woods and kill me?” Justin chuckles stepping tall over brambles and underbrush, following me into the woods that I know so well.
“Are you complaining?” I ask over my shoulder and I hear him scoff.
“No, but you could have told me we’d be trekking through the woods so I didn’t wear my new shoes.”
“Justin, all your shoes are new,” I laugh and he scoffs again but doesn’t reply.
We move deeper into the woods and I’m following by feel now, everything looking the same but my heart knows the way. Long summers with nothing to do but explore tell it where to go. The trees begin to thin and suddenly we’re in a vast, wide meadow, the late morning sun feeble but warm. Justin is looking around dazedly, the cool fall air having pinkened his cheeks to a rosy red and I grasp his hand in mine, his fingers still warm despite the cold.
I tug him farther into the open field, the grass swaying around our knees, brown and brittle from the cold. This place always had a way of making things make sense. I don’t know what it is about it, maybe the quiet, maybe the beauty of a place relatively unhindered by civilization. It clears my head and settles my heart and bringing Justin here, it all makes sense. Everything just makes sense. I stop after a moment when we’re well away from the tree line and he gives me a perplexed look.
I stand there and I look at him. I stare into his eyes and every moment we’ve ever had together spirals in and out of my brain. That first summer especially, the tension and the secrecy and the struggle. And now the love and the happiness and fierce protectiveness of what we have. How could I ever give that up?
“Skylar?” he asks, his face questioning, his eyes a little concerned
I can’t, that’s how.
I shake my head to clear it, looking around and a small smile tugs at my lips.
“Here,” I say and his questioning look deepens. I grin at him shyly. “This is where I lost my virginity.”
His eyes widen and he looks around instantly, as if the place had changed with my words. Maybe it has. Maybe everything has. What I want now and what I’ve always wanted aren’t the same anymore. I don’t need him to be here in the flesh because he’s always in my heart. He’s always with me in some way or another. He has been since I left all those years ago and in someway he always will be. I smile softly, watching him for a moment before heaving a sigh, readying myself to answer questions I know he’s about to ask.
“It was Billy Trimble,” I say and his eyes fall on me, smiling softly. “We came out here because I’d been coming here ever since I could remember and I knew no one would be around.” I shrug. “We’d been dating for awhile. I felt I was ready.”
“How old were you?” he asks gently, his eyes soft and imploring.
“Seventeen,” I say sighing, surveying the field and so many memories wash over me. Not just that moment but a million others. This was my safe haven. When I think of home I don’t think of my bed or my house, I think of laying here in the grass on a warm summer day and watching the clouds float over my head for hours.
“Seventeen?” he questions and I hear the smile in his voice. “Good year.”
I smile at him, turning my back to him and taking a few steps. I feel his hands grip my hips softly, tugging me back against him. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me snuggly against his chest and I feel his warmth in my toes. He sways me slowly, his cheek pressing against mine before turning his head to whisper in my ear.
“I was seventeen,” he says softly, his arms squeezing me and I blush. “It was in a hotel in Columbus, Ohio,” he kisses my cheek softly. “And it was amazing,” he kisses my ear as I smile, “and I loved her,” he buries his face in my neck and heaves a sigh. “I still do.”
I grin widely, my stomach fluttering at his confession and I can’t help but love him, love him more than anything else. I turn my head and his nose nuzzles mine affectionately, his eyes half lidded as he licks his lips. I brush his lips with mine but pull back before he can kiss me, smirking at him.
“I thought you were fifteen,” I tease gently and he grins widely, shaking his head.
“No, that didn’t count,” he says and I laugh at him. “It didn’t! I didn’t even come.”
“It so totally counts,” I tease and he glares at me playfully but he can’t hold it for long.
“I love you Skylar,” he says softly and so sincerely it steals my breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
“Don’t ever stop,” I say and he smiles at me, finally pressing his mouth to mine and I’m lost in it, my hand reaching up to cup the back of his head.
My cold fingers meet the warm skin of the back of his neck and he shivers, goose bumps raising under my touch as I delve my hand into the curls at the base of his skull, his tongue dipping in to taste me slowly. I gasp when he releases me, his hands going to my shoulders and turning me slowly, before pulling my hips flush against his, hands smoothing around my waist to hold me at the roundest part of my back, crushing our chests together.
Our kiss deepens as his tongue massages mine slowly and I grip at his hair, the short strands slipping from my fingers, my nails scraping softly against his scalp. He hums against my mouth, pulling back just enough to lick his lips and tilt his head to the other side as he kisses me hard and slow, his mouth devouring mine and all I can do is hold onto him for support.
I gasp as he pulls me down, my knees sinking into the cool damp earth as his cold hands wrap around my neck and it’s my turn to shiver. His fingers drag down my neck, dipping into my blouse, his other hand loosing the top button so he can smooth his palm against my heart and it’s cold but it feels so good, his lips warm on mine, the coldness of his hands puckering my nipples beneath my bra.
His mouth slides across my jaw and I lick my lips, still tasting him there, trying to push myself into his lap, shivering as the damp cold from the ground travels up my legs. He pulls away just slightly, pushing his shoulders back and shimmying out of his jacket. I wrap my arms under his, gripping his shoulders and pressing my face to his neck, savoring the warmth of his torso as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. He rubs my biceps quickly, trying to warm me and I smile at him weakly, his mouth pressing to mine again.
My arms slip around his neck and his jacket falls from my shoulders as I press my body hard to his, craving all he has. He presses me back, lifting me so that I’m laying on his jacket which is more than I can say for Billy Trimble. He’s everything to me. So much more than those in the past and I marvel at how much I love him. I stroke his face slowly, the light stubble of his beard tickling my fingertips as he brushes the hair away from my forehead. He smiles down at me softly, his nose nuzzling against mine before kissing me slow and deep, one hand supporting himself over me while the other skims up my thigh, his cool fingertips leaving goose bumps in their wake.
My hand smoothes down his chest, fingers tracing the buttons on his shirt as his fingers brush my panties, his eyes searching mine, asking for permission. I respond by reaching for his belt and I barely have a chance to see him grin before his face buries in my neck, a soft growl pulling from his chest as his teeth nip at the side of my neck. His fingers slip under the elastic of my panties and I jump as pleasure shocks through me, his touch freezing against my heated center and I can feel him smile against me.
The damp cold of the earth is spreading along my back but all I can feel is him, his body warm over mine, his lips sliding dryly against my neck, breath panting hot against my skin. I tug his pants undone, desperate for his skin as the rough pad of his finger rubs slow circles over my clit and the coldness is jarring but good, so good and I turn my head to nip at his jaw, wanting to taste his skin. He turns his head, his lips finding mine as my hand slips under the band of his boxers his mouth falling open, yelping as the coldness of my hand surrounds him. My lips smudge along his jaw as I guide him out the slit of his boxers, pumping him slowly and his breathing is ragged, puffing warmly against my cheek, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.
“Skylar,” he whispers softly, his fingers stopping their movements as he goes to push my skirt up higher and its freezing cold but I need him right now. I need him always.
“Please,” I whimper, shivering as his cold fingers brush my hipbones, tugging my panties down my legs. “Please.”
He’s panting as he moves to settle between my legs and my arms circle his waist, holding him close as he presses against me. He pulls back just slightly, his cold nose nuzzling against mine and his eyes are deep and blue and I never want anything more than this moment with him. I don’t care that his job takes him away from me and I don’t care that the only thing that I every really wanted in a man is the opposite of what he is. All I care about is him with me right now.
His hand comes up to cup my face, his eyes closing as he rubs against me and I fight the flutter of my own lids to watch pleasure paint itself across his handsome face. I gasp as he presses inside me, pushing slow, inch by inch and he rests his forehead against mine, his chest rumbling softly, his lips brushing mine. I kiss him slowly and he hums in approval, his hands coming up to cup my face and can’t help but smile against his lips.
My tongue seeks his as his hips press flush against mine, the closeness stealing my breath and he’s all over me, outside and inside and his mouth wrenches from mine in a gasp, forehead pressing to mine. His hands tremble against my cheeks and I turn, nipping at his palm and his head dips to nuzzle at my pulse point, his breath fanning against my collarbone.
I let out a soft moan as he draws back and pushes in, the pleasure of his body moving in and out of mine causing my brain to go fuzzy. He falls into an easy rhythm, his nose dragging up the long column of my neck until his face buries in my hair, his breath panting at my ear. My hands smooth down his back, slipping under his shirt and his rhythm falters just slightly as he hisses at the feel of my ice cold hands against his back. He struggles to shove his arms under my shoulder blades, holding me flush against him and my legs wrap tightly around his waist, growling softly as pleasure shoots up and down my spine.
“Are you cold,” he whispers breathlessly and it takes me a moment to understand his words.
“I don’t care,” I pant, my hands untangling from under his shirt to cup his face, bringing our lips together in a fiery kiss.
He moans into my mouth, one hand sliding lower under me to lift my hips just slightly and the effect is dizzying as his pace increases, soft grunts pulling from his throat with each thrust.
“Oh Jus,” I pant my head falling back, the damp earth soaking my hair but I don’t even care because fire is racing up my legs and all I can feel is him, moving inside me.
“God…” he pants, his lips dragging down my throat, resting his forehead at the base of my throat, his breath panting down my shirt.
My fingers delve into his hair, legs tightening around his waist as my body begins to coil, my release so close to the surface. I tug at his curls wickedly, receiving a hiss from him in return as his pace becomes frantic and I know he’s close too. He lifts his head, one hand moving to cup my jaw, steadying me as my hips raise to meet his, desperate for him, nails clawing across the back of his neck as my stomach begins to tighten.
“Look at me,” he whispers softly and my eyes open to see him, all of him, the depths of his blue eyes endless and I fall into them like I’ve never been able to do with anyone else.
His eye lids flutter and I hold his face in my hands, his hips crashing into mine powerfully and I feel him tremble. He opens his mouth to speak but only succeeds in pulling in a gasp and I see his pupils dilate before his eyes snap shut, a guttural sound pulling from his throat as his hips crush to mine one last time. My back arches as I feel him rush into me, my body sucking at him and his lips crush to mine, tossing me unceremoniously over the edge, crying out against his lips as my nails claw down his neck. He holds steady against me, wincing as my body milks his overly sensitive flesh, slipping a hand under my head and cradling it against his shoulder as I whimper and clutch at him, finally falling limply back against the grass.
His face buries in my hair, wiggling against me and I shiver as I feel him slip out pressing my face to his neck, damp with sweat even though it’s cold as hell. I press my lips to his jaw and he tugs back just a little, his lips brushing mine before I lift my head just slightly, capturing his mouth in a fiery kiss. He licks his lips, brushing the hair back from my face clumsily his fingers numb with cold and I smile up at him, reaching to fluff his hair off his forehead.
“I love you,” he whispers, nuzzling my cheek softly before letting his face rest against the crook of my shoulder, his breath fanning my collarbone and I let my arms tighten around him.
“I love you, too.”
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