Beck silenced me with a kiss, and it was as if the past fifteen years never happened. In a matter of seconds, I was a teenager again, madly in love with a damaged boy, desperate to do anything to save him. Beck’s lips parted mine with greedy urgency, his tongue delving, exploring, tasting. His longer fingers trailed along my thigh, sending a tingle straight between my legs. I’d had three boyfriends since Beck, and had sex probably hundreds of times, but Beck was still different. He was right, you never forget your first. The aching, the lust, the hormones, the insanity. Beck devoured my mouth, and I let him, because I had no other choice. My body had already made up its own mind, and I was no longer in control. I was a slave to my desires, and my desires ached to possess him. Beck gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me until I straddled his lap. Then he tugged my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Reaching around me, he squeezed my ass cheeks through my pants before pushing me down on the floor and pulling those off too. I helped him kick off my pants until I lay facing him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy pink underwear and a matching bra.
“Fuck me,” Beck swore. “You’re a goddess.”
“Don’t just stare.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Terri. I’m sorry I waited fifteen years to tell you that again.” Beck lunged for me, his mouth dancing across my neck, nibbling, licking, sucking. “I need to make up for lost time. So let me start by telling you again, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I would die for the privilege of worshipping your body every single fucking day of my life.”
JACKIE WANG lives in Vancouver,