The Boy Who Knew Me When(6)

“Don’t leave me Jemma” he whispered, begging into my ear. “We don’t have to be a couple but please don’t leave me,. I love you, no matter what, I love you and always will.”

Still wrapped in his arms I looked up into the eyes that had sealed my fate with him freshman year, begging him to see the thoughts warring in my head. Brandon reached up to my face, after drying my tears he pressed his lips to mine and I let him. Our lips stayed locked in the sweetest kiss he had ever given me for what felt like a lifetime, when we finally pulled away our foreheads stayed together as if glued in place.

“I won’t leave you Brandon.” I whispered.

Our lips met all over again, only this time things were different, there was nothing sweet about this kiss, this kiss was hard and full of passion, this kiss was goodbye. Goodbye to the children we were, goodbye to young love and goodbye to us as Brandon and Jemma, forever.

Forgetting Aunt Tilly was home we somehow found ourselves on my bed in my wasteland of a bedroom. I didn’t ever feel myself walk up the stairs, there was no thinking in this moment, it was pure animal passion. Brandon wildly pulled my shirt over my head as I did the same for him, he tugged my pants and underwear down letting out a grunt that only fueled the fire between my legs once he laid eyes on my bare and utterly willing body.

When his pants were gone he climbed in between my legs, teasing me with the tip of his erection. First he claimed my lips and made his way down to my breasts, suckling them to make them harder then rolling his tongue over the peaks sending a flaming heat shooting through me head to toe. Keeping his hands on my hardened nipples, he kissed his way between my legs. The moment his lips touched my throbbing nub embarrassment overcame my senses and I grabbed his head to pull him away.

“Brandon, please!” I begged, desperate for him to climb inside of me.

He looked up at me with an even more desperate fire burning in his eyes and whispered, “Jem, give me this please, let me know how you taste. I want to leave here knowing that I experienced every last inch of you.”

Hearing the need in his voice I bit my lip and nodded. “OK” was all I could manage to get out. I was ready for him; I wanted him so bad I could feel it before it ever started. His lips kissed the bare flesh between my legs as I felt his fingers gently open my folds. His mouth slightly parted, allowing me to feel his hot breath on my clit, and then his tongue began singing its tune.

It began as a light tease, delicately circling my my swollen nub with tender care. But once the first gasp escaped my lips his tongue began more frantic movements. The ferocious dance of his tongue caused me to quiver and shake beneath him.

“You taste like Heaven baby.” he slowly pushed a finger into me and his tongue went back to work, circling more and more flicking back and forth then circling again until I couldn’t take it anymore. I let myself go calling his name as I exploded on his talented tongue. He continued kissing me, once his mouth met mine I tasted myself on his lips and the throbbing between my legs became more intense.

“I love you so much Jemma, you taste like honey, I can’t get enough.”

He kissed me again as he moved two fingers back into me.

“Tell me you love me Jem, I know you do, say it please, just once baby.”

His fingers dance inside me and just before I climaxed again I whispered into his ear “I love you Brandon, I need you inside me, please, PLEASE!” I begged.

On the final please his hands moved and his cock jammed itself inside of me with one hard thrust. Never moving his lips from mine he continued to move along my walls, sometimes slowing, sometimes pounding me so hard it nearly hurt. I could tell he needed this for closure, we both did.

“Jemma” he roared. “I’m about to come, come with me baby.”

I reached for his lips and began clenching myself harder around him, moving my hips in unison, anticipating his every move. Then with one final hard thrust I screamed his name once again, finishing along with him as he coated the walls of my hot moist core with everything that he had.

He stayed inside of me for several minutes savoring every second before he pulled out and we began our inevitable goodbye. Leaving me alone so that he could get a wet cloth to clean us up, the tears found their way back as I realized just what I had given up. This was love. I loved Brandon. I don’t know if it is the mind-blowing, forever-lasting, soul-mate kind of love but I know I am in love with him and it hurts.

Watching as Brandon pulled on his pants I found myself with tears softly flowing down my cheeks wishing that he could have stayed inside of me forever. Just the two of us locked in this room, never having to face the reality of life again. We could just spend our lives making love, coming together then doing it all over again. But this was the real world and in the real world things are not that easy.