Chapter Eight #2
He paused, giving me time to adjust, his breathing ragged against my neck. Then he pushed in further, slowly, so slowly, until he was fully seated inside me.
“Jesus, Gin,” he groaned, the words barely coherent.
We both stilled, just breathing, adjusting to the feeling of being joined. I felt full, stretched, and claimed in a way that made my head spin. Theo’s forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still.
Then he started to move. Long, slow strokes that had me gasping with each thrust.
Words were getting difficult, my mind felt like it was turning to mush, but I loved it.
“Yes,God, yes.”
His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he established a rhythm. I matched him, rolling my hips to meet each thrust, and the angle had him hitting something deep inside that made my toes curl.
“Theo,” I moaned, louder this time.
“I know, baby. I know,” he breathed against my ear.
The pace gradually increased. What had started slow and exploratory became more urgent, more desperate.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with our harsh breathing and my soft moans.
Theo’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. The thought made me clench around him.
He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, and shifted the angle slightly.
“Fuck, Imogen,” he panted.
One of his hands slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much. I felt myself climbing again, the tension building faster this time.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted, my head thrown back.
My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became harder, more erratic.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Come for me.”
His thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling faster, and suddenly I was there, falling over the edge. I’d never had this, this chemistry - sex had never really felt good - but fuck this felt amazing.
“Theo!” I cried out as I came hard, my body clenching around him rhythmically.
I was vaguely aware of continuing to moan his name, over and over, as the pleasure rolled through me in waves. Theo thrust into me twice more, then stilled, his whole body tensing.
“Gin,” he groaned against my shoulder as he found his own release.
I felt him pulsing inside me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
We stayed like that, both of us trying to catch our breath, hearts pounding.
Sweat cooled on our skin despite the warmth of being pressed together.
After a long moment, Theo carefully withdrew, and I felt the immediate loss of him.
He dealt with the condom, tossing it in the trash, then returned to the bed.
He pulled me against him, my back to his chest, his arm around my waist just like we’d woken up. But this time there was no pillow wall, no barrier between us. Just skin against skin, his breath warm against my shoulder, his heartbeat steady against my back.
Neither of us spoke. There was too much to say and not enough words to say it. The hangover still pulsed at the edges of my consciousness, my body ached in new ways, and my mind was trying to process what had just happened.
But for now, wrapped in Theo’s arms, I let myself just exist in this moment. Whatever came next could wait.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my stomach, and I felt him press a soft kiss to my shoulder. My eyes grew heavy, the combination of the hangover, the early morning, and the physical exertion catching up with me.
I let myself drift, not quite sleeping but not quite awake, safe in the knowledge that for right now, this was enough.
Summer August 2014
“She’s so fat.” the boy said, as he swam with his friends. “Someone call greenpeace to come save the whale.”
He and his friends laughed. They were younger than us…
12 or 13 - and I shouldn’t have let it get to me.
But it hurt. Sloane told them to go fuck themselves.
She’d been swearing a lot recently… part of her glow up she said.
I think secretly she thought that now she was no longer a virgin she was an adult.
I humored her of course, unless her parents were close by - then I just warned her so she’d stop.
I excused myself, Sloane stayed in the water with Jasper - which was fine…
I wanted to be alone anyway. Wrapping my towel around my wet body.
I was wearing the tankini my mom had bought me the summer before.
She’d bought it so I could wear a two piece and feel comfortable, but it really just screamed “I’m too fat for a bikini, but I wanted to fit in.”
I walked down the path from the lake and down one of the forest walks. There was a small secret swimming spot and I’d be alone there.
Or not.
See, I’d shown Theo the spot.
My stupid crush and my dream of kissing him, I’d wanted it to be there, in private, where no one would see us.
Except Theo was there, and he wasn’t alone.
I couldn’t move, even though the last thing I wanted to be seeing at 16 was him kissing another girl in my secret spot… it was what I was seeing.
I stepped backward in an attempt to escape unnoticed, only to trip on a tree branch and fall on my ass.
I scrambled of course, the thought of Theo leaving whatever girl he was kissing to help me was mortifying. I ran off, even though he called my name and spent the rest of the night hiding in my tent.