Page 12 of Lost Summer
His fingers played with my jeans button for the briefest of seconds before sliding them down my hips. I lifted upward, allowing him to peel the denim away, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and desire. The cool air of the tent kissed my exposed skin, but Ted’s hands were warm as they traced the contours of my body, exploring with a reverence that made me feel cherished.
He paused to look at me, his gaze roaming over my face as if memorizing every detail. “You’re beautiful, Adele,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through me.
I reached for him, my hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt, eager to feel the skin beneath. He helped me pull it over his head, revealing a chest that was both strong and inviting. My fingers traced over the muscles of his stomach, my core tightening with need for this man.
As he moved on top of me, the weight of him was grounding, a reminder that this was real, that this was happening. I clung to him, my body arching to meet his, my heart ready to burst from my chest.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he lifted himself so he was on his knees.
I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. “Yes, I want this. I want you,” I breathed out, praying he didn’t stop.
Ted reached into a small bag beside the air mattress, retrieving a small packet that he handled with practised ease. I watched with curiosity and anticipation as he prepared us for what was to come.
I hadn’t even thought of protection, fucking hell!
I watched him roll the condom onto his thick length, and I bit my lip at the thought of that fitting inside me. This was real; this was happening. Then he entered me, his movements slow and careful, allowing me to adjust to the newness of our connection. There was a moment of discomfort, a fleeting sting that quickly subsided, replaced by a sense of fullness and overwhelming ache.
Sweet Jesus, what was this?
He rocked his hips slowly at first, but when I kissed him, he became more primitive, muttering how beautiful I was as he slammed into me.
I winced but soon delighted in the sensation of him ramming himself into me so hard my body rocked. He wanted me so badly, and here I was, giving myself to him.
“Yes, Ted!” I moaned as he stared down at me, his mouth parted and his hair falling in his eyes.
Then his finger brushed against my clit, and I almost screamed with need. I’d touched myself there, of course, but never had anyone else been so...perfect with their touch, the perfect pressure, the circular motions...
“Come for me, Adele, please, baby.”
I didn’t need his encouragement, and soon I shuddered and sucked in a breath, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, my vision blurring as I cried out Ted’s name, my fingers clutching at the fabric of the air mattress beneath us.
Ted’s movements became more frantic, his rhythm losing its careful pace as he chased his own release. With a final thrust, he stilled, his body tensing as he found his climax, a low groan escaping his lips as he collapsed onto the mattress beside me.
For a few moments, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the distant echo of the festival outside. The air inside the tent was thick with the scent of our lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire. I turned to look at Ted, his eyes closed, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of contentment and connection that was entirely new to me. This had been more than just a physical act; it was a shared experience that had bonded us in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
Ted’s eyes fluttered open, and he turned to meet my gaze. A slow smile spread across his face as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “That was...incredible,” he murmured, his voice husky and low.
I returned his smile, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks. “Yes, it was,” I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper.
We lay there in silence, neither of us wanting to break the spell that had been cast. The world outside continued on without us, but in that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the universe.
Eventually, Ted sat up, his movements careful and deliberate. He disposed of the condom and then turned back to me, his gaze tender and almost awestruck. “Stay with me tonight,” he said, the words more of a plea than a question.
I nodded, the thought of leaving him now unbearable. “I’d like that,” I replied, feeling a sense of rightness at the idea of spending the night in his arms.
Ted reached for one of the blankets, draping it over us as we settled into each other’s embrace. The warmth of his body was comforting, and I snuggled closer, my head resting against his chest.
I wanted to stay like this forever.
6
ADELE
TEN YEARS LATER
“Urgh!”
