Page 120 of I Knew You
“Not with a key.” I held it up and slipped it into the padlock. I opened the heavy gate and let her walk in ahead of me. Then I closed it. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her smile wide, and it took my breath away.
How did I get so lucky?
“What’s in the bag?” she asked, pointing to it.
“Things,” I replied without elaboration, again taking her hand in mine. “Come on.”
I walked her out onto the open field, the bleachers rising all around us. The bright lights weren’t on, but the open area and dusk night sky were perfect for my purposes. Dim and shadowed, but with clear visibility.
I led her to the far end of the field, opposite the concessions, lockers, and coaches’ offices.
“It’s dark back here, and you’re taking me away from the gate. Are you going to kill me?” She giggled, and I swung her around and pulled her into me, throwing the bag to the ground.
She relaxed in moments, and I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming as our lips met and tongues danced. I moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck, and she let out a moan that sent me into a deeper frenzy. I grabbed her waist roughly and fisted the thin material of her dress. I tugged the garment upward until it reached her hips.
“Wait,” she said, pulling me off her a smidge to look me in the face. “We can’t. Cameras?—”
“They are nowhere to be found back here,” I finished for her. “They only face the buildings.” I was being honest, as I wasn’t about to share my wife with anyone. I’d pointed them out. She looked a little dubious, but she acquiesced. She stepped back into my reach and surprised me by taking the hem of her dress and pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion.
My breath caught. She was wearing a matching set of black lingerie, my favorite. She put her hand on her hip and let me look her up and down.
“Damn,” I said on a breath, and I reached for her.
“Wait. What about your clothing, sir?” Her eyebrow quirked. She was getting quite good at imitating me.
“I’ll keep them on for now. This is for you.” I picked up the bag where it had fallen, unzipped it, and reached in, dramatically pulling out my college jersey. It had taken some digging, but I’d found it. I was hoping I still had my high school one, but I couldn’t find it, so this one would have to do.
She threw her head back with laughter as I held it up for her to take in.
“Dracula, are you trying to take my virginity on the high school football field?” Her eyes sparkled so brightly in the dim evening that they looked like stars.
“Pretty sure I already took that.” I smirked. “I’ve not seen those journal pages since you took them, but did you think I forgot about the rest of your fantasy?” I gathered the jersey at the neck. “Little did you know, it became mine too, the moment I read those words. Arms up.”
She said nothing and did as I commanded. I slipped the jersey over her, guiding it to cover her body. It wasn’t super long on her tall frame, and the sight of her bare thighs beckoned me to touch her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into me, crashing my lips into hers.
Kisses turned to grazes all over her soft body under the jersey. I teased her nipples through the sheer fabric of her black bra and let my fingers slip into the front of her lacy underwear. When I touched her hard clit, and felt the moisture between her thighs gathering, I lost my mind.
“I want to take you here, on this field,” I said breathlessly, sucking on the delicate skin between her neck and shoulder until I knew it would leave marks. Her desperate moans confirmed she was enjoying the slight pinch of pain as much as I was inflicting it. “I want to think about what we’ve done every time we’re here next season. I want this secret between us. How I fucked you?—”
I didn’t finish my sentence before my gorgeous wife tuggedme down to the soft grass of the sideline. And I wasted no time. She gasped when I removed her underwear, then kissed her upper thighs. She began to murmur my name as I feasted between her legs, doing all the things I knew she loved and all the things I loved doing.
She tugged on my head, removing my swollen lips from her. I looked up at her body until our eyes connected.
“I need you now,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
Like a hungry lion bursting from his confinement, I pounced. I moved so quickly that I can’t remember readying myself, but I remember the moment I entered her.
Heaven wasn’t even the word. It was always different but always the same, like the exhale of coming home after a long day. A perfection made for only me.
I cradled her head as I moved steadily, the friction heating between us. Her nails dug half-moons into my upper arms, and I peppered her chest with open-mouthed kisses. I could feel the pressure building up in our bodies. Her mouth was parted in ecstasy, her hair cascading around her, and she looked so otherworldly in my old jersey under the dim light. It was more than I could take, and I realized it would all conclude quickly. I loathed and loved time in that moment, how it both gave me what I wanted more than anything, but also moved too swiftly to be a gift.
“Touch yourself,” I said through labored breaths, unable to do it myself because I was supporting myself over her. She didn’t hesitate. Her enjoyment turned into something more, ecstasy written on every movement of her face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“I know…it’s in the…past,” I panted, feeling the tightening of my impending release, “and our present…is amazing…but what I wouldn’t give to go back in time…and do this…to you when you were eighteen, Julianna.”
She shook her head. “This right here,” she whispered with labored breaths, “is perfect.”
We moved rhythmically, and she cried out my name as waves of pleasure ran over her. I couldn’t hold back my praises as I spilled inside her at the same time, releasing as deep as I could manage. I wanted to be inside of her forever.
