Slowly, he tugs each side in a rocking motion, making the damp fabric rub my clit, sending the most delicious sensations to my core. I can feel the pressure building, ebbing back and forth as herocks back and forth. All the while, his stare is unmoving, daring me to tell him to stop.
“The fuck I care who sees us? It’s just the trees out here—and they already know you belong to me.” His words hit where they’re meant to, any reserve between us dissolving immediately.
Ry slams his mouth into mine, pulling me up the hood of the car by the sides of my panties. I gasp under his lips as I hear one side rip from the force of that pull. Releasing my mouth, he pulls back to push the ripped panty to the side, leaving full access to my swollen pussy.
He looks down at it, then back to me, his eyes dilating and his breathing quickening. I know what he is thinking.Please. I nod my head, my eyes barely open with arousal.
In one decisive motion, he dips down and licks from the core of me and up. Finding the nub of my clit and sucking it into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around it, doing a ballet of moves I can’t focus on, but I feel the results.
His fingers find their way inside me, pumping one, then two, in and out. Curling them just enough to hit a spot I didn’t know could feel the way it does.
“Keep going,” I think I say, although I can’t be sure the words form.
Just as soon as I’m about to find my release, he pulls them out and smacks my center with his hand. A loud gasp of surprise fills the open air, falling only on Ry’s ears. The act leaves me wanting more.
Looking at me with eyelids heavy with want, Ry steps back. Gazing at my naked body, there is only one thing he can do now, and I crave for him to do it.
He undoes his belt, then his zipper, pulling out his hard length. I take it all in,knowing I will feel every inch of him.
“Wait,” I squeak. The enormity of what we are about to do seeps in—of what we have done already.
“Maybe this is too much…or too fast, I think?” He looks down at me while pumping himself; looking part animal, part God. The tattoos etched along his arms shimmer in the sun, seeming almost like magic.
“Do you not want this?” he asks with his eyebrows drawn into each other. He is serious now, as though some of his vulnerability has leaked through the walls he normally has up. He thinks I doubt our need for each other. How could I let him think that? There is nothing I want more. There is no one I want more.
“No, I definitely do,” I say, and then again, “I want all of it.”
With that answer, he relaxes and grabs me by the shirt, still bundled below my breasts, pulling me up into him. He wraps his arm around my waist, the other one landing on one side of my behind. Strong arms scoop me up, my legs having no choice but to wrap around his torso. As he slowly eases into me.
Our eyes lock. A connection fitted much like the timeless lock and key sets that sit on a shelf in Detroit. He stretches me so I can feel every bit of his thickness, and the feeling it sparks is pure fire. And if fire could make music, it would sing this exact tune coursing through our bodies right now.
With our faces mere inches apart, we find a rhythm of me bouncing back onto him and him into me. He is hitting a spot within me over and over. Arousal growing, taking me closer and closer to the edge. His stomach muscles tighten with each thrust, and his hand on my bottom digs in deeper. His fingers are dangerously close to my other entries, making my nerves light up.
I feel him everywhere, including his warm breath on my neck. The closeness of our bodies only takes me closer as we all but meld together. He braces himself with his arm against the hood of the car, and I fall back onto the hood. We are moving fast now, andeverything is building. It feels as if the ground is rumbling beneath us, but I know that must be because I am about to lose control.
My vision blurs as I am welcomed with a surge of release. I scream out his name. A loud boom echoes across the property just as Ry pulls out, exploding himself onto my stomach, my breasts, my neck, making a mess of me.
If there were a noise, it’s lost to me. I can’t be sure I hear anything as my ears are only buzzing with the sounds of my ecstasy, and the leaves of the hickory smugly swaying in the distance.
15
REFRESHMENTS
RACINE 1978
For a long while, we just stare at each other, out of breath and in awe with what has just transpired, and outside nonetheless. He hovers above me with one hand on each side of my head. Eyes locked, he pushes the hair sticking to my forehead away and slowly lays a kiss there. The moment of softness in complete contradiction to what we were just doing. I want him to do it again.
Ry pulls me up into him and drops me down off the truck and onto the grass beneath. My legs feel like a Jello mold I once saw my mother attempt to make when I was young. Ry holds one of my arms slightly to steady me. I smile up at him, still coming down from the high, and he returns it with a smirk.
“I’ll go get us some refreshments,” I say as I adjust my shirt back over myself, finding the neckline completely stretched and misshapen. This one will probably find its way to the dump. Ry nods with a smug look on his face, and I grab my sweats that seem to have found themselves under his red truck.
Walking back to the house, I glance back in his direction as he stands buckling up his belt, all while his eyes bore holes into me.How completely turned around my life has become. An estate and now this. Whateverthismay be.
Maybe it’s not a bad thing. I have a hard time comprehending it being anything but bad. I’ve grown to be a true pessimist through and through. That view needs to be changed, because after what just occurred, I feel anything but.
I notice two things when I get in the house. One is the heavy feeling of doom that hangs in the air, making it feel even harder to breathe inside these walls. The mirror off to the side wall, enchanting me with its looming darkness, seems to have tripled in scale.
And second, the basement door is open. Again. The door that just may be the death of me. This time I don’t close it, but run past quickly to get to the kitchen. Maybe ignoring it will magically make it close on its own, since it has done such a great job of doing the opposite.
