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“I heard a voice…a familiar one. One that hurt me when I was a kid…I just…” I lean back a fraction and my lips move against his as I say, “I need you.”
“Anything. Always,” he says, and I hold onto him tighter. And in this moment, I just know. This is what I want.
“I want to take back what’s mine. I want to do that with you, August. I want my first time, my choice, to be with you.”
“Yes.”
It’s one simple word but fuck if that doesn’t change my life. I peel myself off of him and grab onto his hand. His strong fingers link with mine and we walk to the bedroom.
I push him gently back onto our bed and he goes willingly, his cardigan hanging open against his strong chest. I run my fingers across his skin, and he sighs, his bare cock straining up toward me.
My stomach flutters and I let out a shaky exhale. Because fuck, I’m nervous, but at the same time, this is soright. It’s my choice to make and I want it with him.
I grab onto the lube I’d just bought, and dribble it onto his dick and slide my fingers up and down his thick, weeping shaft. August groans as I pump him in my fist and then I straddle him, placing him right at my entrance and August’s eyes widen.
“Em,” he breathes when he realizes what I’m about to do.
I lower myself down onto him and take him so easily, but then everything with August has been easy, hasn’t it? I don’t know why this would be any different.
“I need this,” I say as he slowly fills me, stretching me so wide that I lose the ability to breathe.
“Em,” he huffs, his hands gripping my hips, but he doesn’t move. He lies still as I take all of him.
When I’m fully seated on him, I just breathe deeply, feeling it, experiencing it. I grab onto him and pull him up against me. We’re chest to chest now and the position pushes him further into me.
“Make a sound,” I hiss. “I want to hear you. It can’t just be me, August. Let me hear how you feel. Ineedall of you.”
He gasps and then moans when I roll my hips forward.
His hands are cradling my face and his lips touch mine as we just breathe into each other and I experience this for thefirst time.
“Em,” he says, my name on his lips, a choked, broken sound. His eyes are on mine, and I refuse to look away as I take myself up his hard cock and sink back down.
“It had to be you,” I say. “It was always going to be you.”
He pants and groans as I work myself up and down his hard shaft. And I feel so full of him, him stretching me. This is so different. So much better. This was how it was supposed to be.
Of course it is. It’shim.
His moans echo around us and mingle with mine, but we don’t look away from each other. Our mouths pant, our hands clutch against each other, our eyes locked.
He’s fucking my past away. He’s replacing it with him.
My future.
“So good,” he pants. “You feel so good, Em. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Those words. They’re breathed into me. I can feel them imprinted on my heart. My eyes water and the tears slip down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Em,” he says, his voice cracking. “Shhh, don’t cry.”
I work myself up and down on him, unable to do anything but feel. His thumbs swiping the tears away, the way he stretches me, the taste of him in my mouth.
“Oh god,” he whispers and then I move faster, knowing he’s close. He clutches onto my ass cheeks and shudders and that’s when I feel it––his come filling me, marking me, and I want to keep it inside of me forever. A piece of him.
“Em,” he breathes, holding me tightly against him. “You’re still hard. Let me. I want to.”
I sniffle and meet his gaze and then huff a small laugh. “You’re still wearing that sweater.”
