My chest swells as waves crash in the distance, the thunderous booming below us nowhere close to drowning out the steady flow of my heartbeat alongside Theo's.
I sink myself onto him, covering him whole.
"Ah, fuck, Amelia."
Neither of us is holding back as we work my body up and down, sliding in and out as the anticipation grows. I feel drunk. All my senses are overloaded. I'm dizzy with want as my heart thrashes inside my chest.
"I can't get enough of you," Theo huffs while he pulls my dress strap down to expose my breast. "Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you right now."
He covers my nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting me. My body responds well, sending waves of heat to the tips of my fingers and leaving me covered in warmth.
I'm unable to contain my screams. He increases the pressure and bites me harder, sending me spiraling. His thrusts are more powerful, too, and I fear we may shatter from the climax.
"I don't want you to come," I tell him. "I don't ever want this to end."
"Well, fuck, don't say things like that. I'm really close."
We stop talking, unable to do anything except hold the rhythm of our two bodies in motion. The intensifying desire builds as we both ignore the aftermath of what may come.
"Oh my God, I'm right there." Theo pinches his eyes closed. "Fuck, I'm so deep in you. Fuck, I'm going to come."
His hands grip my ass, and my body shakes as Theo is hit with an intensity I've never seen. Seeing him disoriented below me, catching his breath as he's smothered with satisfaction, I feel powerful. I've never felt like this with a man, but seeing Theo react this way, because of what he and I did together, it's addicting.
And I don't want it to end.
Ididn'tplanonconfessing my feelings for Amelia because I knew it wouldn't change anything for us.
Unless she expresses reciprocated feelings, which I don't see her doing, we have to continue this weird friendship in front of our parents.
And I don't know how to tell her I want more from her without being rejected again, ten years later.
Thefollowingmorning,aknock at my door startles me from sleep.
"Come in."
My mom enters the frame and whispers, "Morning, sweetie. We made breakfast downstairs. Amelia went to Roasted and got us all our favorite drinks. Mind joining us?"
I keep to my classic attitude. "Yeah, I guess. If I have to."
In reality, I am jumping at the chance to be around her like we don't have to hide in the dark.
Grabbing a shirt and my swim shorts, I head downstairs to see a huge spread of food on the table.
"We wanted to celebrate Amelia's first event," Bruce informs me.
"Guys, it was one tiny movie night. You didn't have to do this."
She's wearing her bathing suit as well, the typical Southern California uniform when it's midsummer and always beautiful out.
"I got you your iced coffee." She hands it over, and fuck if I'm not reeling when our fingers touch.
"Thank you," I begin. "Did you uhh, spit in it?"
"Theo!" my mom scolds.
"It's okay, it's an inside joke," Amelia tells them. "No, I would never do such a thing."
She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I sense a happiness in her. Was it the sex last night? The success of her movie night?
