Page 51 of When We Are Old

Then clutching his hand in mine, I crossed the short space to the stairs and gingerly stepped on the bottom step. He followed, pausing when I did and watching where I pointed at creaky floorboards.

By the time we were up at the top, exhilaration coursed through me, and a large bubble of a giggle filled my chest cavity. Hannah’s door stood ajar and we tiptoed past.

In my room I breathed low and harsh. His hands caught my waist as I shut the door, pressing me into the wood; my favourite place to be.

“Then what happens, Ronnie?”

His gaze burned with all the stars as we stood in the darkened room, my chest pounding under my ribs hard and fast.

“Then you kiss me.”

We fell back into the game from the train. “Easy.”

I shuddered as his lips crashed down. Hungry and demanding, they pushed my mouth open so he could steal inside with the stealth of a thief operating under darkness.

My hands slid through his hair, my breath hitching into shallow inhalations.

“Then?”

I giggled, “Then my limited imagination ran out of ideas.” The dark shadows hid my burning cheeks.

Another kiss, lingering and teasing. “Well I don’t have issues with my imagination. Not when it comes to you.” His voice rumbled, electric hot wire to my insides.

Lifting my jumper and pulling it over my head, discarding it onto the floor, his lips returned to tormenting my throat.

I fell back against the wood of the door, my legs not holding my weight. His white teeth flashed in the darkness and then he dipped his head, kissing along my collarbone and back again. His hair tickled my chin and I breathed in that scent of fresh air that clung to him.

“Are you smelling me again?” He dotted each word with a kiss that went lower. Lowering to his knees, he peeled me off the door and unhooked my bra. I breathed a freeing breath as it landed on the floor, my nipples standing to attention, ready for the brush of his thumbs. Slowly, he cupped the weight of my creamy flesh and gently teased with his hands. I let out a whimper, pressing myself closer to his face. His lips clasped around one nipple, sucking it into the warm recesses of his mouth. “Oh God,” I tried to whisper, but in the quiet of the house it sounded like a wild shout.

He edged closer, pressing himself alongside the fronts of my thighs, pushing warmth into me as he sucked and licked, his hands running free over the bare skin of my back. Heaven. Every stroke of his fingertips was heaven. They trailed around the front, across the softness of my tummy, to the edge of my jeans. His lips let go of my aching nipple, leaving it stood like a lone soldier, and followed the trail down, licking every slither of skin his fingers unwrapped as they peeled off my clothes. He fought with my jeans around my ankles, and I kicked them off, nearly booting him in the face.

When I stood in my black knickers, he turned back, his hands on my hips, thumbs caressing the curve of my hipbone.

“I think I might have imagined this.” I whispered as he pressed his lips against the sheer stretch of lace.

“This?” His finger edged under the elastic, running just lightly across my sensitive core. I whimpered, placing my hands on his shoulders, just about ready to smash myself into his face.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“And this?” Turning his hand, he pressed his thumb against my clit, circling slowly.

“Oh, yes.” I pushed my shoulders back into the door as he circled lazily. My hips rotated automatically with the movement of his thumb.

His free hand edged down my knickers, his delving fingers pulling away for the briefest moment to allow the material down before falling back into his rhythm.

I groaned as his lips pressed a kiss in the place of his thumb, then another. Pushing my hips forward, I reached a hand for his hair, guiding him forward.

Oh God. Unbelievable.

His tongue delved, slipping against me, his fingers strumming and delving in time with his mouth.

I arched further and his free hand pushed my thighs further apart.

“Oh,” I tried to not make a noise. “Oh, shit.”

He didn’t stop. His tongue unrelenting. I grasped his hair not sure whether I wanted to pull him away or ride it out onto his face.

This was a fantasy. It was everything.