Fractured Minds (Rebels of Sandland 3)

“Of course I mean it. Will you? Be my girlfriend, that is? I know we haven’t really properly dated, but––”

I didn’t get to finish. She smashed her lips hard against mine to shut me up, and when she pulled away, we were both grinning like a couple of idiots.

“Yes.” She nodded frantically.

“Yes?”

“Always yes. I’ll always say yes to you, Finn. I’d do anything for you.”

I loved this girl more than anything in my pitiful little life, and I thanked God every day that she’d stuck around and waited for me. And now that I had her in my arms, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Softly, I placed my hand on her cheek and used my other arm to pull her closer to me. And while I stroked and caressed her cheekbone with my thumb, I kissed her. Gentle at first, but then, when I slipped my tongue inside her mouth to taste her, it was as if a switch was flicked on for both of us and our kiss turned more frantic and needy. Our tongues were greedy; massaging, tasting, loving. The way they entwined so perfectly together showed that we were made for each other. This just felt right. She felt right.

We kissed as our breathing turned into panting, and then Effy wrapped her arms around my neck and swung her leg across my lap to straddle me. I grabbed her ass to pull her up closer, so she was sitting directly over my rock-hard dick, and she moaned and rubbed herself against me.

Her hands were in my hair, tugging at the ends. Her lips moulded against mine. And her body; her perfect, beautiful body was pressed against me as we sat up on her bed, taking what

we’d longed for all this time. The way she rocked against me made me want to come right there, I was so turned on.

I shifted on the bed, holding her tightly in my arms, and laid her down on her back. Then I crawled over her and held myself up with my arms. I stared into her eyes as she looked back at me with so much want I could feel it tugging at my heart, making it difficult to breathe. Her lips were swollen from where I’d kissed her like my life depended on it. We were both panting, trying to get our breathing under control but not wanting to break this spell.

“I want you so fucking much, Eff. But I’m not going to rush you into anything.” I moved a stray wisp of hair from her forehead and placed a gentle kiss there.

“I want you too,” she whispered back to me. “And I’m done waiting.”

She grabbed the bottom of my hoody to pull it up and off. It wasn’t easy for her to do, so I pushed myself up to sit on the bed and helped her. Then, when I’d thrown it onto the ground, I turned back to face her, feeling like a wild animal; ravenous and ready to devour its prey. I wanted to savour every damn minute of this. Moments like these didn’t happen for me, but today it was all going my way. Every dream was coming true.

She slid the crop top she was wearing up and then pulled it off over her head. I took a deep breath when I saw her for the first time, laying there in only her joggers. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She took my breath away. She was bright, light, every colour there ever was, and the rest of the world was dull and grey compared to her.

I was caught in a daze, but she pulled me out of it when she reached forward and ran her hand down my chest, sighing. I needed to be close to her and feel her warmth, so I leant back over her and kissed her slowly, moving my hips against hers and running my hands from her waist up to her breast. She arched her body, pushing herself further into me, and I touched her, memorising every inch of her skin as the priceless art that it was. The feel of her breasts against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me made me hungry for more. I needed to know this was what she wanted, because God knows I was desperate for her.

“Are you sure about this?” I whispered into her ear and then kissed her neck, nuzzling into her as she replied.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life.”

I moved to look her deep in the eyes and ran my nose slowly against hers, loving the closeness and feeling of intimacy we had going on right now, but at the same time, I needed so much more.

“I’ll stop at any time. Just say the word and I will.”

“I don’t ever want you to stop.” She reached down and pulled the button of my jeans free, and I couldn’t stop a quiet moan from escaping. This was really happening.

She used both of her hands and began to push my jeans down, so I got up from the bed and stood in front of her. My heart was jack-hammering out of my chest and I couldn’t stop shaking, but I wanted this too. I wanted it so fucking much. I pulled my jeans––along with my boxers––down and then kicked them off. I stood stark naked in front of her, my dick was painfully hard and pointed right at her, and yet, I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed like I thought I would. I just felt a desperate, overwhelming urge to be near her, inside her, as close I could possibly get. I wanted it all.

She lay there looking at me, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace and her eyes full of lust and love. I swallowed to try and wet my dry throat and crawled back onto the bed.

“Is this okay?” I asked as I pulled the waistband of her joggers over her ass and down her legs. She nodded but didn’t say a word. The intensity of this moment was too much for her too.

I threw the joggers on the floor next to my clothes and then sighed at the sight of her in her little black lace knickers. Suddenly, I noticed her expression change. She was nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a low voice. I didn’t want her to be scared. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. It’s not that, it’s just…”

I climbed back over her, pulled her into my arms and buried my face into her hair as I hugged her.

“What’s wrong, Eff? Talk to me.”

“I haven’t done this before. This is my first time and I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m doing.”