That did stop the debate. There were more kisses, not quite as soft, definitely more demanding and there was no more talk of line dancing or any of the Holland brothers. We slipped upstairs quietly, Romy checking that the girls were fast asleep, which they were.
“I’m going to put something heavy behind the door so if they try to come in, they’ll be slowed down. There’s no lock on it.” She pushed a couple of thick hardbacks behind it, then turned back round to carry on the kiss, her hands pulling at my T-shirt, roaming over my chest and undoing my belt buckle.
“I’m sorry that we have to be quiet, and we could be interrupted. I did tell them to knock first - ”
I grasped both of her hands. “It’s fine. We can manage that.” I kissed her again, letting her walk me backwards and onto the bed. I undid the buttons of her shirt with fingers that lacked finesse, discovering a black lacy bra underneath that distracted me for a few minutes while I teased her nipples with my mouth through the lace. Her hips shifted in my hands, which was enough of a hint to help her lose the denim skirt that’d shown off her legs before, something else I was becoming obsessed with.
She was wet through her underwear. I cupped my hand over her sex, feeling the heat and hearing her low moan, a sound that went straight to my balls.
“I’m not on the Pill,” she said quietly. “I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.”
“It’s up to you.” My cock hardened at the idea of being inside her bare. “I don’t mind condoms.” I wasn’t like some blokes who wouldn’t tolerate them, moaning about having to use them.
“Still. That’s if - ”
“I want this to continue. You don’t need to doubt that.”
“Okay.” She started to tease my balls, cupping them gently, my cock hard enough now that coherent sentences were going to be an issue. I moved us so she was on her back and I could explore her body, removing her bra then trailing my mouth over her tits, teasing her nipples with my tongue, while my hand played with her pussy, stroking over her clit so her hips were moving, knowing that I’d shortly be inside her, feeling her tight around me as we escaped into a place that was just us.
She fiddled with the condom wrapper, insisting she put it on me, not realising how much self-control I had to muster, pausing for the point where I could push inside and start to fuck her.
It was seconds, but it felt like a year until I was buried inside her sweet heat, lifting her leg around my hip so I could bury myself even deeper. We moved, finding a rhythm easily, speeding up as we both got closer.
Words that were too early wanted to spill from my lips as I came, promises I wanted to make remaining silent.
For now.
Maybe in another couple of weeks, maybe when I knew more about how she felt.
Then I remembered yesterday and the couple of times when I wasn’t sure whether I was going to be alive to say those words again.
We breathed hard, a shared orgasm that had me kissing her again, still needing to feel her against me, still deep inside her.
“Might be too soon for this, but I’m going to say it anyway.”
She smiled at me, her cheeks flush. “Go on, then.”
“I love you.”
Romy nodded, biting her lips to stop a smile. “I feel the same way. It probably is too soon, but soon might not have happened.”
I pressed my forehead lightly to hers, kissing her again. “You’ll need to tell me if I’m around you too much.”
“I will. And we’ll set a routine for sleepovers and things. We can make sure we don’t rush into everything.” Her legs were still wrapped around me. “And I’ll go on the Pill.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to feel you come in me.”
I wasn’t going to need recovery time. “Fuck, Romy.” I forced myself to pull out of her, knowing I should change the condom, knowing I wanted to go down on her first.
Which I did, sinking my mouth down her body, playing with those luscious tits, telling her just how fucking amazing they were, and then my mouth was on her pussy, licking her to another orgasm.
I had the sense to find another condom before sinking into her again, this time from behind, my hand wrapped in her hair as I made her come again, a reality that was even better than the fantasy I’d had.
Then, afterwards, both of us dressed in case we had an interruption in the night, I told her again how I felt, memorising how she said the words back. Thanking every god I could list that I was alive and in Puffin Bay.
TWENTY-ONE
