To Kiss You Again by Brandie Buckwine

fingers found before, and it claims all my focus. Every time he thrusts against it, a thrill runs through me, and it grows more sensitive with each contact.
    Needing more, I angle my hips. It feels like I’m climbing him, but the sensation is better. I fear I’ve climbed too high when he pulls out and untangles himself from my legs.
    “Here,” he rises to his knees and pulls at my hands. I crawl to my knees and face him. With one hand, he grasps my hip and pushes, until we are both turning and he is behind me. Chills run through me when his hand brushes across my breast and he enters me from behind.
    Right away, I am conscious of the special spot – he hits it dead on with every stroke. His free hand reaches between my legs and rubs my clit though its hood. My moan encourages him and he reaches lower, sliding his fingertip up my slit to the bare nub. Very gently, he circles and caresses. I am in ecstasy. He knows my body so well, even though this is our first time. Perhaps he’s invaded my daydreams and made love to me in that most secret place countless times.
    When he pushes the hair away from my neck and latches on with his lips, just below my ear, the whole situation strikes me as so out of the ordinary, far beyond anything I’ve ever imagined – I reach back and encircle his head, and I make the decision to let go. Who cares what tomorrow brings? If I die tomorrow, I will die happy, knowing this experience is the most intense and most thrilling thing to ever happen to me.
    The spot has morphed to consume my entire body. Every breath against my skin, every soft pinch of my nipple, every delicious pass over my clitoris strikes it with unerring accuracy, and I’m floating outside my skin.
    “Oh, baby girl, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to make love to you,” Matt whispers in my ear, drawing out each sensuous, long stroke as though he is rowing crew.
    The eruption begins in my core, and my body tenses against it. Matt pulls me closer and thrusts harder, pressing his finger to my clit, barely moving over it. Just as I and the world around me explode in ecstasy, Matt comes undone. He pounds against me frantically. He is shouting unintelligibly.
    “Fuck! Girl – you – fuck – yes – Jenny!”
    His cock throbs within my clenching channel. Our passion finally detonated around each other, I collapse to the bed, taking Matt with me. Drenched in sweat with Matt’s hot breath bursting into the small space between our heads, I long for the coolness of the sea, but I’m too exhausted to consider hiking down there.
    I drift into a dream of being tied down on the beach. The scorching sun burns my skin, but I am unable to move. When I open my mouth to speak, my lips crack and bleed. Small children chase around me, beating pots with metal utensils. My head throbs with their incessant noise. Soon, they are screaming and running faster. One has angered the others, and they chase her in fury.
    In a fog, I jump out of bed, grab my robe, and follow the metallic crashing sounds to the kitchen. Raised voices echo through the house, and I stumble down the stairs to find pans rolling on the floor, escaped from their rafter hooks. Matt is backed against the wall, his hands raised defensively, while a red-faced Carla screams in his face.
    “I’m so fucking sick of all of you. You’re all pigs. Disgusting, fucking pigs!”
    I think she is drunk, but I don’t know what has set her off on this rampage. I assume something happened with Tasos, though why she’s taking it out on Matt, I don’t know. I rush to her and take her by the shoulders, pulling her away from Matt.
    “Carla, what the hell? What’s going on?”
    Up close, I see tears streaking her face, her mascara smeared around her eyes. The smell of alcohol is present, but not overwhelming.
    “Men suck,” she exclaims. Her bottom lip protrudes like a toddler and she melts into my arms, sobbing.
    “Did something happen with Tasos?”
    “What do you think?”