I sit up, reaching over her to slide my palm over the supple skin of her ass. I slide it between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me while she hums around my cock.
She shrieks, the sound muffled, as I drag her around, bringing one of her legs over my head and pulling her towards my mouth.
She pulls away from sucking me as I slide my tongue deep inside her slit, her moans soft and high in the moonlight as I taste her. I work my tongue in and out of her, using my hands to pull her back and forth on my mouth. I drag my tongue to her clit, lightly playing it across the little nub while I slide a finger inside of her.
Her mouth drops back to my cock, inhaling me making me groan into her sweet pussy.
I tease her higher and higher, loving that even after all these years, I know what makes her tick and what drives her crazy.
I know what makes her come like I very much doubt she has since me.
She explodes above me when I push her over that edge, my tongue swirling around and around her clit as my fingers stroke that place just inside. Her legs tighten around my head before her body goes limp, sprawled across mine.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles out, idly stroking my throbbing cock as she looks back at me with nothing short of hunger on her face.
She raises off of me, sliding down my torso until she’s hovering above my hips. I reach into my pants pocket for a condom, which she takes from me with an impish look. She pulls the foil apart and rolls it down my length, stroking and teasing me as she does so.
And then she’s rising up, centering herself above me, and slowing sinking down onto me.
We both moan when I’m sheathed entirely inside, and I rise up, wrapping my arms around her. My hands cup her breasts as she slowly starts to move up and down, rolling her hips as she rides me.
I move my own hips to meet her, sinking deep on every thrust, groaning as her muscles grip and milk me. She moves slowly and purposefully, taking her pleasure as the stars move above and the water cascades across the rocks of the falls beside us.
I move a hand to where we join, letting my fingers roll across her clit and making her cry out.
“Lay back,” she whispers, turning over her shoulder at me, kissing me.
I do, and flat on my back with her perched on me like that, I watch in awe as she starts to ride me like that. Her hair tossed back, her peach of an ass rising and falling in front of my eyes, swallowing my cock again and again.
My hands guide her, reaching up to pull on her long hair just tight enough to make her cry out. We move faster, our breaths and her high, sweet moans drifting across me like honeysuckle.
When she comes, I sit up again, wrapping her in my arms and rocking her through her orgasm before I go crashing over with her. I roar as I push in deep, seeing stars and feeling the world drop away from both of us as we collapse in a tangle into the blankets.
We go again later, this time face to face. I pin her hands above her head this time, like I know damn well drives her wild. And we never break eye contact as I fuck her slow and deep, her legs wrapped around my waist.
We lie there after until it gets late, and I know it has to end even though I hate that it does.
We drive back to town with her right against me on the bench seat of the truck, her head on my shoulder and the briny sea air drifting through the open windows.
I stop a block before her parents’ house, and she grins as she looks up at me.
“Just like high school, huh?”
She laughs. “Yeah.”
I don’t want this to end. I don’t want whatever this night was and what we keep finding again and again to expire. Not ever. I just don’t know how the fuck to tell her that. Or how the hell I expect her to hear that after what happened before.
“Ivy-“
She shakes her head, silencing me with a soft kiss.
“We don’t have to go there,” she’s says quietly. “Not tonight.”
She leans into me again, kissing me softly.
“Goodnight, Silas.”
“Goodnight, gorgeous.”
Chapter Thirty
Ivy
Morning sun steams in through the curtains of my childhood bedroom.
Not much has changed in here. The same desk, the same white dresser, the same chair by the window. Heck, I’m lying in the same bed that’s been here since I lived in these four walls. Okay, the NSYNC and Lighthouse posters have thankfully been pulled down. But aside from that?
Exactly the same.
It’s late in the morning, but I’m still in bed, still glowing and grinning about the night before. I touch my lips, feeling like the same blushing teenager I once was, lying in this same bed thinking about the same boy kissing me.
Its the same feeling I felt all those years ago. I might be twenty-six now, but I’m still getting the same butterflies I got after being kissed by Silas Hart for the first time behind our neighbor’s garage. I’ve got the same dopey grin on my face as the first time I truly let myself get lost in those sea-blue eyes of his.