We fuse together. Our mouths are pliant, soft and wet. The taste of her makes my eyes roll back behind my lids, and it’s like I know her taste, have known it forever. Something is happening inside me. Amie is keening into my mouth and I wanna tear my heart out of my chest and give it her.
Amie slides one leg over my hips and I clutch her tight. Everywhere we touch turns to flame, and suddenly we want to touch everywhere. Amie whispers my name, kisses my jaw, my eyelids. I smooth my hands down her back. She rocks against me, makes a noise so visceral I hear it echo in my own throat.
We kiss and kiss. I’ve pashed in car parks, smooched under covers, snogged in bars. This is nothing like that. Our lips move and meld – fast and frantic, then slow, slower. Languid. We’re eating each other up. What started as an explosion becomes liquid wanting. We reach this incredible stage where our kisses are long soft-lipped conversations, and things I’ve only ever fantasised about actually happen…then suddenly some fuckwit starts braying at us and I realise it’s my phone.
Amie breathes ‘Don’t’into my mouth, and I breathe ‘Shit’and she moans, and I nearly don’t stop, I come this fucking close, and then I do. I reach over for my shirt with one hand, flounder for it. Both me and Amie are shaking. I grab my phone, pull it over to see the screen, check the call I’ve missed.
‘Oh fuck, it’s Ando.’ I drop my phone, let myself sink back on the grass. Try to steady my breathing with long slow inhales and exhales. ‘I’m supposed to be at this meeting in twenty minutes.’
‘Goddamnit.’ Amie’s shoulders are still heaving. She leans over me, propped on her arms, her mass of hair swept down one side of her neck to make a black pool on my chest.
Just being this close is too tempting: we kiss again, and I’m not imagining it, something ignites inside us when we do this. Our instincts take over. My hands are full of her hair, her skin, herbreasts, oh god –
‘Harris,’ Amie pants. She groans when I suck down her neck.
Ando could be standing here in person right now, shouting at me, and I’d still struggle to give him my attention.
‘Harris.’
‘I know. I know. Shit.’
We have to push away together, or we’d never do it.
Amie gulps air. ‘You’ve gotta go.’
‘Right. Fuck.’
‘Not yet,’ Amie says. ‘Later.’
She giggles, and I snort, and then we both laugh. Fall together. I run my fingertips across her cheek. We can’t seem to stop looking at each other, touching each other. We’ve both been waiting for this for too long.
Jesus.
I didn’t know it would be like this. I want to sayI think I’ve fallen in love with you, but that would be crazy. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe we’re both crazy. If this is crazy, I don’t ever want to be sane again.
