Ryder slows his car down and turns right onto a dirt road. We bump over dried mud until we reach the top of a hill where he parks. Below us, the city and college are illuminated by street and house lights while streams of traffic along the highway and roads create streaks of red and white light. Above us is the open night sky, filled with twinkling stars. It’s like we’re existing in our own separate space, caught between two worlds.
“Alright, I’m intrigued.”
He gets out of the car and walks around to open my door. “I found this place several months ago. Sometimes I come out here when I need some peace and quiet.”
Ryder lifts me bodily out of my seat and carries me to stand at the hood of his car. He turns me around and sits down on the front part of the hood, keeping his arms wrapped around my middle, my back to his chest. I relax into him and we listen to the chirps of crickets, the buzz of cicadas, and the singing of frogs.
“This is nice. Very peaceful. I can see why you like it out here.”
Ryder begins humming a tune, one that is familiar to me. As he hums, he nuzzles my neck. My eyelids close. My voice joins his and I hum along with him. Our voices combine, his deeper, baritone one, with my higher, soprano one, both fitting together beautifully. Just as we fit perfectly together.
“Your dad wrote this song,” Ryder begins. “He taught it to us when we were younger.”
I’m taken aback at his words. “My dad wrote this?” My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to force the memory forward. It’s there, on the periphery, if I can just grab it and pull it out.
I feel Ryder shift behind me. He removes one of his arms from around my waist and pulls his phone out. The beginning notes of “Helium” by Sia start to play.
“We danced to this at our senior prom. No one else existed in that moment. It was just you and me.” He turns me in his arms. “Dance with me, Elizabeth,” his deep voice says next to my ear causing a thousand goose bumps to form on my arms.
Another memory breaks through. One of Ryder and me dancing. He’s wearing a tuxedo and the emotions between us are potently palpable, I can actually physically feel them now. The memory is so powerful, my legs go weak, but Ryder’s strength holds me up. He presses our cheeks together while lifting my hand up to place it above his heart which is beating as frantically as mine. My other hand wraps around the back of his head. He finds the dip of my spine and splays a large, warm hand across it, and we sway.
“As first dates go, you really nailed it,” I tell him, my heart so full of love it’s about to burst.
Ryder tips my chin up and lays a soft kiss on my mouth. “Beautiful Elizabeth.”
I choke up, no longer capable of speaking. Ryder doesn’t say anything either and we just hold each other in our private, intimate dance until the song ends.
Ryder
Just like every night this week, as soon as we enter Elizabeth’s apartment, we can’t keep our hands and mouths off of each other. Besides, I have ten years to make up for. Ten long years of wanting her to be mine. And now that I have her in my arms, I will never let her go again.
As I back her down the hallway to her bedroom, Elizabeth jumps up and wraps her arms and legs around me, not once breaking our kiss. Her dress opens and falls out and around her bent legs as her tongue does wicked things with mine. My cock, which has been hard as granite since we walked through the door, wishes her delectable lips were wrapped around it instead, and throbs in time to the rhythm of our open-mouthed kisses. Elizabeth breaks our kiss, gasping for air, her hips undulating against my hardness as I carry her the rest of the way to her bedroom.
“Ryder, I need you to make love to me more than I need my next breath. I want you to strip me out of this dress and fuck me on my bed. Right now,” she demands, ripping the pins from her hair so it cascades down her back and shoulders in a blond waterfall. She smashes her mouth back down on mine and moans as her ass wiggles in my open palms as I hold her up.
Holy fuck. I can absolutely do what’s she demanding. That’s exactly what I want to do. There’s nothing in the world that can stop me from doing just that.
“Hold on, baby,” I tell her before tossing her on the bed and crashing down on top of her. She grunts when she bounces and then moans once again when my body lands on top of hers.
“Get this damned dress off me now,” she pants and goes straight for the button of my jeans. Elizabeth must decide that I’m going too slow so she takes charge, unknotting the sash at her waist and slithering out of her dress so all that remains is her sinful as fuck pink lace bra and matching underwear.
“You are so goddamn sexy,” I growl and pull my shirt up and over my head.
Elizabeth goes back to tackling the button of my jeans. When she gets them undone, she jumps off the bed and kneels to push my jeans and boxers down and off my legs. The sight of her on her knees in front of me short circuits my brain. I can’t believe this is happening. This is really, finally, truly happening. Just the sight of her almost naked body alone has me ready to explode like a virgin prepubescent boy.
Elizabeth doesn’t help matters when she fixates on my dick bobbing in front her face. I watch as she licks her lips, raises those gorgeous green eyes up at me, and slides her tongue across the top slit already leaking precum. Just the touch of her tongue against my shaft has my muscles tweaking. She wraps her devilish fingers around the base of my cock and then takes me fully into her warm, wet mouth. My hand acts on its own accord and grabs the back of her head to hold her close, needing to be deeper inside of her mouth, the feeling of her is just that good.
Using her hand, tongue, and puckered lips, Elizabeth works her sultry magic, the vibrations of her moans as she suctions in and out bringing me closer to the point of no return. She glides her mouth down and back up again one last time before releasing me with a kiss to the tip. She grasps the sides of my hips and works her body up mine, never once breaking eye contact. Her hands go to her back and I watch with lust-filled eyes as she unhooks and removes her bra, then pushes down her panties until she is standing completely naked in front of me.
We both seem to understand at the same time that what’s about to happen is something monumental. The promise of it causes our frantic movements to slow and the flames of our desire to simmer. Now is not the time to go fast. It’s a time for exploration. A time for us to intimately discover each other. A time for us to experience the slow burn of pleasure, not just the quick release of passion.
A quiet falls over the darkened bedroom. I cup her exquisite face, my thumb rubbing back and forth over her bottom lip. She gifts me with a smile that makes my heart expand and ache at the same time. Elizabeth lays her hands flat against my chest and turns them wide, feeling the bunched hardness contrasting with the softness of the dark scattering of hair that covers it.
“Your body is magnificent,” her voice murmurs as her tongue outlines my tattoo.
A couple of months after Elizabeth disappeared, Jayson, Julien, and I went to a bar and using our new fake IDs, got completely hammered. We needed just one night’s escape from our shared misery. As soon as the bar closed, we stumbled our way to the nearby tattoo parlor and each of us got her name inked on our chests right above our hearts. Mine was the princess crown with some measures of the music she wrote for me. Jayson had her name inked in red on the trunk of a tree that had stars hanging off its branches. Julien got her full name scripted on his chest with four tiny hearts interwoven through the lettering to represent the four of us.
Elizabeth takes her time examining my tattoo again before she moves her hands across my chest, then down to my abs. She wraps her hands around my hips to my lower back, then traces her fingers up and along the sides of my spine until she gets to my shoulders. My skin tingles and my muscles contort under her light touch. She curls her fingers around the tops of my shoulders, holding on. With her mouth, she begins to explore every part of me that she just touched with her hands, making love to my body with her gentle kisses.
