June wasn’t the only one who knew how to push buttons.
"Cade," June said, pulling back from me. I wouldn’t let her go, kept my fingers threaded through the hair, my hand on her neck. “This is insane.”
"What?" I asked, my chest tight. Shit. Did she want to stop?
"You just..." June looked at me, her eyes big, pupils dilated. No, she definitely didn’t want me to stop. "You make me crazy, you know that?"
Was that good or bad?
I didn't ask.
I didn't want to know.
I reached up, unhooked the towel from between her breasts, and let it fall to the ground. Leaning in close to her, near her ear, I whispered, “Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”
June let out a moan, barely audible, and her lips stayed parted. When she licked her lower lip, I thought my cock might explode.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought," I said. One hand on her back, I slid another behind her knees and carried her across the room, laying her down on the bed, where her wet hair immediately left a spot on the pillow behind her head.
I began kissing her, slower than I had before, and she dragged her fingernails along my back, whispering, urging me on faster. Instead, I slowed down even more.
Suddenly I didn’t want to just fuck her.
"Cade." She grabbed my ass cheek, pulled me toward her. I knew she wanted me inside her.
But I kissed her slowly, along her jawline, then down the side of her neck to her shoulder and her arms.
June's eyelids fluttered half-closed and her breath quickened as I applied my kisses lower and lower. She moaned my name again. "Cade..."
“Junebug,” I whispered, from between her legs. I kissed along her thighs, on her bikini line, drinking in her scent.
It triggered a memory of the summer we turned sixteen, when she spent practically the entire season in her little red bikini, the ones with the strings on the sides I would pull until they came undone, yanking her bikini bottom off and running off with it, down to the swimming hole. She would squeal as she chased me, trying to keep her hand between her legs in some attempt at modesty. As if my face hadn’t been buried between those legs not even twenty minutes before. Then I’d circle back around, grab her and run with her toward the water. She’d scrunch up her face, call me a jerk. But we both knew it was only pretend. Eventually, she would undo her bikini top and toss it at me, saying, “Since you already took the bottoms, I might as well be naked."
Remembering it now, my heart swelled. I couldn't imagine doing that with anyone else.
My face hovering between June's legs, not quite touching her, I paused, wanting to imprint this moment on my brain so I could take it with me forever.
Shit, I wanted to imprint her on my brain.
"Cade," June said. Her voice was soft but insistent, filled with need. She reached toward my face, trying to pull me up. "Come here. I want you."
"Shhh," I said. I touched my tongue to her, keeping my eyes trained on her. Spreading her just barely, I slid my tongue up the length of her clit and she shivered, the movement traveling the whole length of her body.
"No, Cade." Her voice croaked. "Not there. I want you inside me. Please.”
I wanted to take my time with her, to tease her, to explore every inch of her body with my tongue, lick and kiss her until she was on the verge. I wanted to bring her to the edge before I plunged myself inside her. I wanted to drag this out, to take each moment and extend it as long as it could possibly last.
I wanted to remember this moment.
I wanted to remember her.
But now, looking at her lying back on the pillow, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each short breath, face flushed with anticipation, I couldn’t wait.
I rolled a condom over my length, and hovered over her, pausing with my cock at her entrance.
"Cade," she said, this time louder. Insistent. She gripped my ass, digging her fingernails into the skin as she pulled me toward her.
She was slick, wet for me already, and I slid inside her easy, then covered her mouth with mine. My mouth muted her moans, and as her body melted against mine, I slowed, finding a rhythm with her that seemed to slow down time.
This was where I wanted to be. Here with June. I knew what waited for me on the other side of West Bend. Being here with her, I didn’t feel the same darkness I felt outside of here. I wanted to push the pause button on us.
She pulled me in tighter, and when she came, she clawed wildly at me, letting out this sound, this animalistic noise that made me crazy for her. I looked into her eyes as she came, and what I saw there, the way she looked at me, pushed me over the edge to my own climax.
I stayed inside her, not moving, listening to her breathing return to normal. Her eyes closed for a while, and then finally fluttered open, and she flashed me a smile.
“Oh,” she said. “You’re still here? I thought you’d be making me some breakfast by now.”
I kissed her on the nose, pulled out of her, and stood up, the blood rushing to my head. “Lay you good a couple of times and all of a sudden you think you think you own the place. Careful, girl, I’m going to have to set you straight.”
“Yeah, yeah,” June said, rolling over. “Hey! Remember how I like my eggs.”