He quickly sealed his mouth over my sensitive bud, and one of his hands made its way to my opening. He slowly pressed the tip of his finger inside before adding another. I cried out from the surprising and mildly painful intrusion, but as his tongue began a smooth rhythm, the cries morphed into ones of ecstasy.
I writhed under him as he relentlessly drew the impending orgasm to the surface. It wasn’t quick, nor was it perfect, but he was dedicated. I came against his tongue and around his fingers while calling out his name.
He continued his torturous strokes even as I came down from my high.
“Till, please,” I pleaded when the sensations became more than my tingling body could handle.
I grabbed at his shoulders, trying to pull him up. Releasing a breath as he sat up, he kneeled between my legs. He didn’t remove his fingers. Instead, he watched intently as he slowly glided them in and out of me. I wanted to be embarrassed and cover up. It was awkward at best, but the heated look on his face had me brazenly dropping my knees to the sides.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“So are you.” I dragged my nails over his chest and down over the defined ridges of his abs.
I stilled as I caught my first sight of his straining hard-on. His hand came up and began to stroke it between us. I wanted to look away, but my eyes had other plans as they continuously flashed back to watch.
Till chuckled, and my gaze snapped to his.
“I’d rather it be your hand.” He smirked.
I’d rather that too.
I timidly reached out, taking his shaft, and began to mimic his movements. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but I knew the gist. It didn’t take long before I found a rhythm that caused Till’s head to fall back and his eyes to stare at the ceiling.
“Jesus, Eliza.” His chest and abs flexed.
I had known that his body would be amazing, but Till naked and reacting to my touch was a sight I could never have prepared for.
I continued my strokes while I climbed to join him on my knees. Starting at his chest, I dragged openmouthed kisses over his pecs and down to his abs. He flinched every time my tongue snaked out for a taste.
Closing his hand over mine, he hissed, “Okay, no more.”
Gently pushing me back down, he took my mouth in a hard kiss. I opened my eyes to find him watching me. It was unnerving—and magnetic.
Suddenly, I felt his hand at my entrance as he guided himself inside me. My whole body tensed, and he must have felt it too. Turning his head, Till Page spoke words that solidified his claim on me for all of eternity.
“I love you, Eliza.”
I relaxed as he very gradually filled me.
There were fireworks.
Stars.
Every possible cliché I could conjure.
But that wasn’t the sex.
No. It was him.
We were young and reckless.
There was no condom.
Or discussion.
There were hands, mouths, and tongues.
Fingernails raking his skin and his hand in my hair.
Slow glides followed by deep thrusts.
Desperation.
Comfort.
There was Till.
And Eliza.
SEX ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HURT, but with every mind-blowing thrust, a jagged piece was torn from my soul.
This was not supposed to happen. The sex. The pain. Eliza. None of it.
But she loved me.
As I watched her naked body tense under me, I knew I had risked it all just to hear her say it again.
She’d said that she wouldn’t leave me, but it was a lie. She was finally moving on and starting a life—doing all the things we had dreamed of over the years. But I hadn’t even graduated from high school, so she would be doing it all without me. My life was at a complete standstill while hers was sprinting away from me. She’d meet a guy at college who would recognize how amazing she truly was. Then, soon enough, I would be sitting in that apartment alone, haunted by her memories—and reality.
I had to have her, take the pieces I could claim before they were gone forever. I needed her to remember me in her new life, hopefully, even when she was in the arms of someone else. I couldn’t make her stay, but I’d sure as hell make it so she couldn’t give herself to anyone else.
I’d never had anything I could call my own, but Eliza Reynolds would always be mine.
I ran my hands over her small body, memorizing every inch as I went. I made mental notes of the newly exposed freckles, including the one just under her right breast. I burned that one into my memory as I watched her breasts sway each time I pressed inside her.
I’d remember it all.
Because that was all I thought I’d ever have of her.
That one moment.
“Oh, God, Till,” she cried and her voice hitched.
“Say it again, Eliza. Tell me,” I demanded then roughly filled her. I needed to be gentle. This was her first time, but I was desperate. I had to hear her come again.
There was always the possibility that there would be a time in the future where I could find her and convince her to be with me again. Maybe I could get my life together and be deserving of her. Actually have something to offer her.
But even if that farfetched fantasy became reality, there was a very good chance I’d never hear her again.