Again and for the first time, all at once. I’m all giddiness and flame, and his warm skin under my fingers, his lips moving against mine—
It’s only the beginning and already it’s everything.
Twenty-six
Su-Lin and Brendan
Brendan’s hand cradles my face as we kiss, the other still propping himself up, and I sit up more so he can wrap both arms around me and put his hands on my body, because god knows my hands are going to be all over his.
He pulls back just enough, his hands tugging up my Cookie Monster shirt and tossing it to the side. And while I might have been embarrassed not long ago to be wearing Cookie Monster pajamas for this, might have worried it wasn’t sexy enough, now I just want to laugh—happily, so happily—at how sexy it all is.
Me wearing ridiculous muppet character pajamas and him in a plastic coconut bra and somewhere on the floor is Ruby andTerrence, and it’s like we’re made for each other, Brendan and me. Like we belong together and always have. Like we belong to each other and always will.
The boy with the pink hair and the girl with the sock puppets.
I want to giggle with that swell of pure happiness, but his mouth presses against the tops of my breasts, and I let out a little moaning gasp as I sink back into the bed with him above me. He kisses a blazing trail along my breasts and down to my nipple, tugging it gently between his lips and tongue, and my breath catches. My body is light and sensation.
“So perfect,” I hear him murmur against my skin, and maybe he’s talking about my boobs, which suddenly do feel perfect, or maybe he’s talking about us together, which definitely is.
I need to feel more of him against me, and that damn coconut bra—much as I love it—is in the way.
I reach for the strings, hoping to pull them apart with one confident, sexy tug, but the knot only winds tighter. I groan and he laughs, which makes me giggle again as I fumble to undo the strings.
Finally, the thing unties and the coconuts are tossed aside in the same direction as my shirt. His chest is pressed to me, his forehead against mine, his breath light against my cheek as he whispers over and over again how much he loves me. I whisper it back, again and again, like those words have been pent up so long, we can’t get enough of saying them.
My hands can’t stop roaming him, feeling along the lean muscles of his back and his abs, and oh, yes, it’s definitely time to get those pants into the cast-off pile. I unbutton them and he slips out of them and now my fingers move down under his boxers. His whole body shivers and his breath catches as I stroke along the hard length of his dick.
Which I still don’t know if he has a name for.
Should I ask right now? Or is this something that should wait until after—
His hands move back to my face, and my breath is stolen all over again as he kisses and kisses me, and my head feels swirly, and yeah. I can wait on the dick-related Q & A.
But Brendan’s got his own Q.
Ican’t believe I’m here with Su-Lin in my arms and her hands dipping down into my boxers, shivers running the length of my body. I can’t believe she’s forgiven me, and all I want is to make up to her all the pain I’ve caused her, to heal the cracks from all my stupid mistakes.The coconut bra didn’t last long, but the perfection of Su-Lin’s miraculous giggle as she pulled it off makes me feel like everything good in the world has settled right here. I can’t get close enough.
She’s never done this before, with anyone, and I’m getting a second chance to make up for being so inconsiderate last time. I take her face in my hands and kiss her and kiss her, and then, breathless, I whisper against her mouth. “Do you know what you’d like to do first?” I ask. “Or should I try some things, and you can tell me if you like them?”
Su-Lin lets out a little whimper, like she’s remembering the things I’ve done to her before. “I just want to be with you.”
“Yeah, okay,” I say, slipping my hand down to the waistband of her shorts and pulling them off along with her underwear. “If you don’t like this, or it makes you uncomfortable, tell me right away, okay?This is all for you, so there’s no point in you suffering through it if it’s not what you want.”
Su-Lin bites her lip. “I want you to enjoy this, too.”
I grin at her. “Oh, trust me, I am, and I will.” I start by running my hands up the inside of her thighs, gently stroking her lips and exploring further. Su-Lin lays her head on my chest, gasping and panting as I slide my fingers inside her, shifting my palm up to rub her right where it makes her cry out. I work her gently, rolling her over so she’s lying on her back on top of me. I move one hand up to her breast, massaging her gently both inside and out, jolts of pleasure moving through me as she writhes against me and gasps, and I’m so, so hard from the feel of her soft skin, the desperate way she’s moaning. Su-Lin’s legs spread apart and her cries grow more urgent.
She likes that. Which means there’s no way I’m going to stop.
The transcript of my brain now would be something like this:
My Brain, as Brendan gently rolls me over so I’m lying on my back on top of him, letting out a moan at feeling him so hard against me: BRENDAN.
My Brain, as he continues massaging my nipple and between my legs: BRENDAN.
My Brain, as my heels dig into the mattress, as I arch my hips up against the current building and building and building: OH GOD, BRENDAN BRENDAN.
That part wasn’t just in my brain. I cry it out as each one of my nerves becomes a Fourth of July sparkler, my thoughts looping over and over. I spasm, coming completely, gloriously undone.
