We were just passing the bathroom door when his fingers curled over my shoulder.
I paused and turned to him.
The pressure between us snapped.
We moved toward each other at the same time, our lips crashing together. His hands were in my hair, pulling me close, while my own fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. We turned sideways together, bumping into the doorframe as we squeezed through it.
He let go of my face and lifted me onto the washing machine. My fingers were too slow. I gripped his shirt and tore it open, popping buttons. He wore a white undershirt beneath it. I pressed it up with shaking hands and reveled in the feeling of touching him skin to skin again.
He grabbed the top band of my leggings. I shifted my hips so he could tug them and my underwear down over my butt. The cold metal bit at my fevered skin but did nothing to cool my ardor. I wanted him. Now. Hard. Deep inside me. I needed to be so full of him that all thoughts of CTE were driven from my mind.
Ben tried to tug the garments the rest of the way off, but my underwear tangled in the fabric of my leggings and got caught on my left ankle.
I let out a growl of impatience. “Leave it.”
He straightened and sealed his lips over mine. His hand cupped my right breast, fingers plying my nipple through my t-shirt.
I didn’t need or want foreplay right now. I’d spent the entire day in a heightened sense of arousal, and now that he was here, touching me, I was soaking wet and desperate for him.
I broke the kiss and popped open the button of his jeans. His hands shook as he shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick. Then he wrapped his fingers around his length and fit himselfto my opening. The spin cycle kicked on as he slid into me, and the centrifugal motion vibrated through both of us. Then his mouth was on me again, his tongue sliding against mine as his dick pushed deeper. The angle of my hips made me so tight that I could feel each delicious inch of him filling me up.
I was a little sore from our first time, but the pain only served to heighten my pleasure.
“More,” I said. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and pulled him in.
We’d been careful with each other before, learning what we liked, taking our sweet time. This was nothing like that.
I clung to Ben’s shoulders. He grabbed my hips and set a hard rhythm that pushed me so high, so fast that light burst behind my closed eyelids. I wrenched them open and broke the kiss, leaning back to brace my hands on the top of the washing machine, using it as leverage to shove my hips forward to meet his thrusts.
The sight of him pounding into me proved my undoing. My clit became hypersensitive. Pleasure gathered deep inside of my core from where he stroked in and out of me, over and over again.
I arched my back, and his lower abdomen hit my clit with every thrust.
His pupils dilated, mouth dropping open as his eyebrows furrowed. Inside me, his dick stiffened and swelled. “Ella.”
I tumbled over the edge first, keeping my eyes open even as I lost myself to the pleasure that burned through every nerve of my body and synapse of my brain.
My inner muscles clenched around him as I came, spurring on his own orgasm. He thrust hard into me, once, twice, and then lost the rhythm, slowing as he leaned forward and braced his forehead against mine.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. It was only when he kissed me and I tasted salt on my tongue that I realized I was crying.
He must have tasted my tears too, because he pulled back to look at me. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head.
He nodded, understanding heavy in his eyes.
The washing machine cut off, rendering the sound of his deep breaths and my muted sniffles loud to my ears.
His gaze ran over my features as if he was trying to memorize them. We didn’t say anything else. The threat of CTE had swelled to monstrous proportions between us and taken all of our words. How could you possibly voice the enormity of it? What could you say to make it better?
Silently and gently, he leaned in and kissed the tears from my cheeks.
Chapter 18: Ben
In Aroostook County, you’re always aware of the remoteness of the area. It’s more than the obvious lack of people and buildings.
The wind that blew down from the alpine ridges carried a pervasive scent of snow and some indefinable mixture of stone and pine and inhospitable wilderness. The bitter cold felt dangerous. With no light pollution, the night sky seemed closer, like I could reach up and touch the stars.
