I’m well aware my ramble carries on longer than I intend. Slowly, the expression on Austin’s face shifts as he wraps his hands around my waist, drawing me in closer. He tilts his head, brushing his lips against mine when the memory of his Insta photo comes back to mind.
I pull away, creating distance, taking a deep breath to rid myself momentarily from the lingering effects of his kiss to gain some perspective.
“Austin, last night,” I stop mid-sentence, my head downward and staring at my shoes. “I saw a photo of you and some girl.”
“Some girl?”
“Brunette, arm over you…”
“Oh, you mean Summer?”
“Well, isn’t that a very seasonal name,” I mumble, unable to make eye contact.
Austin lifts my chin, our eyes meeting, though I could swear with every fiber of my being that something odd passes between us. It’s unlike our usual flirtatious glances or the loving eyes of the high school boy who once stood in front of me.
“You have nothing to worry about.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I assert. “Maybe concerned because you’re miles away.”
“I’m here, now,” he answers with a grin. “How about you show me your room?”
I swat his chest gently. “Liesel is inside, probably with the hangover from hell. Come inside while I get changed. We can go out for lunch, and I can show you around campus?”
Austin follows me in, pressing his body up against mine with a gentle brush of his lips against my ear.
“It’s been months. Why don’t we skip lunch for now?”
His hand glides up the side of my ribcage, then moves effortlessly toward my breasts. Everything about him feels familiar, and aside from the first time we had sex months ago, we haven’t been intimate since. Video calls were exciting, but nothing compares to the real thing.
We slowly make our way to my bedroom, closing the door behind us. Austin doesn’t waste time, pulling my body into his and burying his head into my neck with warm kisses. In the privacy of my room, it feels entirely different from having sex on a picnic blanket outdoors.
Our kisses become rushed, urgent with their demands as we stumble toward the bed, falling with laughter escaping us.
“I miss you, Millie.”
“I miss you, too, Austin,” I whisper, staring intensely into his eyes.
He runs his hands up my thighs, sliding my dress up, causing me to sit up and remove it. Wearing only my black bra and panties, his eyes wander toward the crevice of my breasts, his reflection tortured almost as if he feels pain. Slowly, his fingers move toward the clasp of my bra, the sudden snap releasing, my bra tossed onto the floor. I wiggle out of my panties at the same time he removes his clothes until he’s standing beside me, completely naked.
My eyes wander down his body, past his muscular physique, and I drink in the sight of his cock standing upright. Unknowingly, I swallow the lump inside my throat, realizing that this is the first time I’ve seen a man completely naked.
Austin moves back onto the bed, laying on top of me with his kisses now focused on my breast. I moan in delight, arching my back as I softly beg him to enter me. Unlike our first time, he doesn’t move as slow, entering me at his own pace and pressing hard as small grunts escape him.
The familiar build is itching all over my skin, moving to every inch of my body, and consuming my thoughts with pleasure. We lose ourselves in kisses, our hands exploring each other comfortably, and relish in this moment of just being ourselves without the worry of our parents.
His every move begins the spiral of pleasure, and just as I warn him that I’m about to finish, he pulls out and spills over my stomach at the same time, leaving my orgasm to fall slightly short. My eyes spring open, the sudden loss becomes increasingly frustrating. Should I say something? He didn’t have to pull out. I’m on the pill.
“I didn’t forget about you,” he whispers into my ear.
The palm of his hand falls between my thighs, rubbing the sensitive spot. I close my eyes again, his body shuffling down until he spreads my legs wide. Holding my breath, his tongue flicks against my swollen clit, causing me to gasp.
“Shh,” he whispers.
Pressing my lips together, I latch onto the headboard behind me, my body writhing while his tongue moves around my clit so effortlessly, and a warm rush spreads throughout my body.
Catching my breath, I feel him move his body back up to lay beside me and the sheets being pulled over our naked bodies.
We lay there for minutes on end. I could’ve sworn that if you listened carefully, you could hear our hearts beating in sync. But maybe it was my imagination, torn between how amazing it is between us and the reality that he’ll leave in just a few hours.