Talania - a Trip Down Memory Lane... (9 page)

My heart is pounding. I have all these emotions rushing inside me. I loved him. He loved me. Hell, I think he still does. I mean to infinity, right? I feel cheated. He was stolen from me. This beautiful man was stolen from me. Our time was stolen and my heart is hurting. I turn in his lap and straddle him. We have been quiet this entire time. I place both of my hands on each side of his face, lowering my lips to his.

“I’m so sorry,” I mumble before bringing his lips to mine. He is sitting still, and I pull away to look at him. His eyes are brimming with tears and searching mine for something. This poor man.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I cry, as I slam my lips to his, and this time he does not hesitate. He takes my lips feverishly with his. He flips me over so my back is against the couch, his tongue tangling with mine. His fingers dance along my collarbone and down to my chest. His eyes light up as he pulls away.

“Please,” I beg him.

“Baby, I promised to do all our firsts the same way right?” He states.

“Yeah, so?” I shake my head at him.

Just give me what my body wants, what my body craves Tristan. Please!

I have never felt anything like I am feeling now.

“So it’s getting dark. I think it’s time to hit the beach my beautiful crazy-ass girl.” He pulls me up to him.

“Since I know how this works I know what not to screw up this time.” He grins.

“What did we mess up the first time?”

“Well, the most important thing was we didn’t bring anything to lie down on. That’s why the sand ended up in places we didn’t like.” He grins back at me.

“Okay. Anything else we messed up on?” I tilt my head back to look at him.

“Yeah, the condom broke and we didn’t bring back up,” he states, groaning in remembrance.

“Oh, well, I don’t need those unless you’re worried you have something,” I whisper.

“You’re on birth control?” He lifts my chin up so I am looking him directly in the eyes.

His gorgeous green eyes are piercing me, putting me in some kind of trance.

“No, all the radiation and chemotherapy kind of fried me. It would be a miracle if I ever got pregnant.” With my confession, my eyes widen. “Oh my God, I never factored that in. Did you want kids when we were younger? Was that something we even talked about before? If this goes somewhere like it did before I can’t give you any. I am so sorry.” I try to break free.

“Baby, stop.” He rubs my arms, calming me down.

Wow! Okay, that works.

“Of course we talked about kids. We wanted three. If we can get back to our special place like I know we can, there is always adoption when we are ready. It’s that simple.”

“Really?” I look up at him.

“Really, my crazy-ass beautiful girl.” He leans down and pecks my lips.

“Sorry if I ruined the moment. I’m not used to having moments like this.” I shiver as his fingers dance along my neck.

“Baby, give me your hand,” he says.

I throw an eyebrow up and give him my hand. He drops it down to his waist and presses my hand firmly against his groin. “Does that feel like the moment is ruined?” He smirks.

I shake my head quickly. “No, uh, it doesn’t.” I giggle. “Okay, so go get some towels,” I smack him playfully on the arm.

“Right, we need those.” He takes off running like a little kid.

I decide to strip off all my clothes right in the living room. I might as well just wrap a towel around me since he is just going to get me naked outside.

He comes into the room with his head down.

“All right I got us two—,” he stops as his eyes go wide, voice catching in his throat.

I put one hand on my bare hip. “What? You’re just going to get me naked anyways, so I might as well go out there in a towel.” I smirk.

I hope I at least look sexy. Oh God, what if I don’t? What if I just look stupid to him? Oh, crap!

He looks up towards the ceiling, deep in thought, and then drops his head to look back to me. “I fucking love you,” he growls, running towards me and throwing the towels down on the floor.

He corners me, picks me up and wraps my legs tightly around him. “Oh!” I giggle as he slams me against the wall, attacking my neck with his lips. Wetness pools between my legs. I am already panting and all this man has done is given me a few kisses on the neck. His mouth lowers to my right breast and I throw my head back, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Pain shoots through my scars but I ignore it. His teeth snag a hold of my nipple and I moan. “Outside, Tristan. Our firsts are outside,” I pant.

He growls, reaching for the throw blanket on the couch. I giggle against his shoulder. “The damn blanket is going to have to do because I’m not putting you down,” he growls again.

“Okay.” I bite him tenderly on the shoulder.

“Shit Ev, wait a second.” He wraps the blanket tightly around me as he carries me out to the balcony and down the steps to the beach. He looks around, checking for people before dragging us over to an umbrella. “This will help with privacy,” he says as he lowers us down to the sand. “I fucking love you crazy-ass beautiful girl,” he whispers against my lips.

“Show me,” I whisper back.

“Of course, anytime, to infinity,” he whispers back.

He lowers me completely on my back, spreading my legs apart slowly, savoring the feel. His fingers are dancing across my soft skin. His eyes trail up my body, meeting my eyes. The look in his eyes is telling in so many words: love, lust, primal, so many, but I choose that moment to pick love.

“Please Tristan, make love to me.” I reach for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, shucking out of his shorts and boxers.

The thing is I don’t even feel nervous. If I trusted this man all those years ago, I can trust him now. His fingers trail to my core and he runs one up and down my lips. “Damn baby, you’re already wet,” he growls, lowering himself on top of me. “I’m sorry if I hurt you again.” I put my finger over his lips.

“I know,” I whisper and he nods as he guides himself inside me.

“Shit, just like the first time I’m going to enter quick, okay?”

I only nod. He pushes inside me with one quick thrust. The pain is so intense. It feels like he is ripping me apart. “Fuck,” I hiss.

“Are you okay baby?”

“Yes, I’m fine. You can move now,” I mumble out as the pain subsides.

“It’s not funny baby. I didn’t want to hurt you the first time either,” he says and frowns.

“Come here.” He brings his head to mine and I look straight into his gorgeous eyes. “You’re not hurting me.” I kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Oh damn, it feels so different without a damn condom,” he growls.

“So I’m your first for that?” I whisper as I move underneath him.

“Yeah, you are.” He starts moving in a rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist. Everything feels familiar about his touch and I smile because now I understand why from watching the videos. He sits up on his knees, bringing me up with him. Everything is so slow, so perfect. His fingers are digging into my ass and his mouth is suckling on my nipple, as my body is arching. I moan and start shivering, my vision blurring, my muscles tightening around him.

“Shit Ev, baby, just let it go. Don’t hold onto it,” he mumbles against my clamped nipple.

I shake my head no and pant even louder.

“Yes, you can.” He brings his hands up to my shoulders, gripping them tightly and slamming me down on his cock.

“Ah!” I bite my lip.

He slams me back down again, so I take that and roll with it, rotating my hips and bouncing up and down.

I lean into him, pressing my breasts tightly against his chest while I run my tongue from his shoulder blade to his neck to his earlobe, nibbling softly. He stills for a second before lowering his hands to my hips, bouncing me faster.

“You used to do that when we were younger,” he growls as he pounds into me.

“I…I used to do what?” I moan.

“That tongue and nibbling thing that drives me fucking nuts,” he grunts.

I tighten against him, knowing my release is coming. Well, I hope that is what I am feeling. “Ah!” I moan into his ear.

“Oh fuck.” He bounces me faster and harder.

“I fucking love…love…love…you,” he groans.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, grasping his hair in between my fingers and yanking.

“That’s it baby. I’m gonna come with you,” he pants.

I nod against his skin and clamp as tightly as I can against him, letting go.

I am sticky, sweaty, and sandy but I do not care. It was perfect. He is still panting, so I guess I did okay.

I pull back to look at him. He is beaming at me.

“So was I okay? I mean, I don’t really know what I was doing.” I brush some sand away from his brow as I ask.

“You crazy-ass beautiful girl, it was more than okay. It was perfect, better than when we were kids.” He grins at me.

“Okay,” I whisper against his lips. “Wanna jump in the water?” I pull back and smile at him.

“You wanna go skinny dipping Evelyn?”

“Yep. Have I ever done that?” I ask him.

“Plenty of times babe.” He peeks outside the umbrella. “C’mon, let’s make a run for the water.” He takes my hand, dragging me to the ocean.