A Boy I Used to Love(46)

"How many rings are there?" she asked.

"Enough," I said." You can find out if you want."

Another gust of wind. Another bolt of lightning darting through the sky. Another smashing clap of thunder.

Lacey looked back and then at me.

She came after me again. Her shoes stomping in the mud. Her clothes soaking wet, clinging tight to her body.

I was ready for her to smack me, punch me, whatever she needed to get her relief.

At the last second, she jumped off her feet and into my arms.

I felt her legs wrap around me as she was eye level with me.

The rain poured harder than any rain I'd ever felt in my life.

I just stood there, holding her.

"I'm here," she said. "Now fix it, River. Fix forever."



The moment had played out in my mind more times that I cared to ever admit. Like some fool, constantly imagining the chance to get my hands on Lacey again. Strip her clothes from her body. Feel every inch of her skin. Savor every look, smell, everything that burned between us. 

I barely had her feet on the floor when I tore at her shirt. I fought the wet shirt and forced it up and over her head. It hit the floor with a wet splat. Her bra was just as soaked as her shirt, her perfect breasts pressing tight against it. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as she shivered. I grabbed her arms and slowly moved my hands up and down, wanting to warm her.

I came in and kissed her. Finally. Our mouths touching, our tongues meeting at some halfway point before I took control of the kiss.

My hands slipped to her back, and I unsnapped her bra. I wrestled the straps down her arms as Lacey clawed at my shirt, peeling it off my wet skin. It quickly clung right back, though. It felt like I had a weighted vest attached to my body.

I broke the kiss and took the shirt off myself. My eyes fixed themselves to her breasts. They were as beautiful as I ever remembered. Her nipples were tight, pink nubs, the rest of her skin still shivering from the rain water.

I grabbed her waist and held her where I wanted her. I lowered my mouth to her chest. Her hands shot to my head, scratching at me, moaning my name as my tongue gently danced down until I found the comfort of her left breast. My mouth pressed against her, suckling, my tongue flicking. I had time to make up, and I had no more time to waste.

As I pulled away from her, I growled when my teeth let her go. She let out a little cry that sent a shivering heat straight between my legs. My hands pushed her, putting her on the bed. I moved right for Lacey again, opening her jeans. Now came the wild part. Stripping those wet jeans off her body. Not to mention with each movement she made, her breasts danced. The sight was beautiful. Her wet hair clinging to her body was even better.

All the while, the rain knocked against the window with the blowing gusts of the wind.

I had her down to her panties. The moment I had those down to her ankles, she kicked them off and hurried to close her legs. The coy shyness of her made me grin.

"Nothing I've never seen, touched, or tasted before," I whispered as I hovered over her.

Lacey bit her lip and planted a hand right between my legs. She had a handful, but there was plenty more to give. I eased my hips away from her, giving her space to open my wet jeans. My eyes just devoured her body. Her bare skin tightening, subtle changes from the young woman I fell in love with. I was sure for Lacey that she wished she was ten years younger again for me, but I didn't feel that desire at all. The missed years hurt, but what they had given Lacey's figure was amazing. My fingers touched her hips, feeling curves that weren't quite as defined at before. I trailed up along her sides and around to her breasts.

Her hands shoved my jeans and boxers, struggling the same way I had, thanks to the rain.

I stood from the bed for a moment to kick the rest of my clothes off.

I watched as she held her legs together, creating a V that left my cock throbbing almost to the point of hurting.

As I came back to the bed, her hand reached for me again. Skin against skin, her hand sliding against the hardness of my shaft, inching down to the base of my trunk. My hands grabbed at the bed, curling tight, fighting off the urge to just release right then and there. We both looked down to watch Lacey admire her work.

Seeing her hand touching me was everything. Her shyness and leftover innocence were all gone now. She had a sense of confidence when touching me, yet she kept her legs held together.

Slowly, I brought my right hand toward her body. I touched the outside of her leg. I inched up and over, cutting to her inner thigh. Her legs began to part, the swell of her heat pulsing in my hand. I kept going, moving up, the seconds passing, the torture killing me. Comfort came the moment my fingertips grazed her wetness. I paused for a second and looked up at Lacey. Our eyes locked. She parted her lips and let out a sigh.