Her lips are soft and familiar, and I groan as she melts into me.

I kiss her harder, taking that mouth like I once did so many years ago. But this isn’t any sort of quick kiss behind a garage - no stolen peck on the back porch of the Hammond house before dinner while she blushes and slaps at me playfully.

This is raw, and primal. This is aggressive, and the desperate need to remember slamming through us both.

She moans into my mouth, her sweet body pressing into me, molding against mine and making me remember.

…As if I’ve ever forgotten for one single fucking second.

And yet she’s even better than I remember. My hands slide up and down the small of her back, pushing under the hem of her shirt and sliding across the heat of her skin.

I want to remap her body, inch by inch with my hands.

She’s moaning into me as she pulls at my shirt, and then we’re just tearing at clothes. She’s warmer, softer, somehow sexier than she was when we were younger. She’s more of a woman now, less the girl I left behind.

Totally new, and yet so damn familiar.

Her scent, the feel of her skin under my fingertips. The way my hands know her body - how they know the way from the small of her back, to her shoulders, down to her sides.

Her breasts.

I break the kiss, hungrily letting my mouth re-familiarize itself with her skin all over again. And I know that we need to turn back before another crash, but I know there’s no fucking way that’s happening.

Not after this long.

She gasps as we drop back down into one of the chairs. I pull her into me, her legs fall on either side of mine, her lips hungry as she kisses my mouth again.

My hands cup my cheeks, our kisses desperate and needing.

And I still feel like I’m falling.

My fingers find the catch of her bra, and I’m sliding it off of her as my fingers slide over the skin that I know so damn well.

The skin I’ve missed.

I taste the sweat from that skin, feeling her gasp as I find the hollow of her neck. Her hands pull at my t-shirt, yanking it up and breaking away so she can tear it off of me. But then we’re crashing back together.

My hands slide down over her ass, needing her, wanting her against me. And she moans as she rocks into me, grinding her lap into mine, whispering at the feel of my lips on her collarbone and at the feel of my pulsing cock hard against her thigh.

Her fingers tease over my bare chest as her mouth seeks mine again. I bring a hand between us and run it up her thigh between her legs.

She moans.

She wants this, and I know it’s not just the sex part of it. It’s not just that she wants that to happen.

It’s that she wants me.

My fingers pull at the button of her jean shorts and push inside, but the angle’s all wrong. She gasps into my lips as I grab her instead and flip us around, moving on top of her and letting my lips trace the contours of her neck. I move lower as her nails rake my shoulders, down over her collarbone, across the swell of her breast.

I remember these pink, dusky nipples.

I remember this skin - every fucking inch of it, every taste of it. Because I’ve been craving it for so damn long.

She gasps as I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, my hands working her shorts from her hips. She writhes beneath me, hands sliding into my hair, her breath hitching as I move lower. My lips trail across her soft belly, lingering at her navel before I move lower still.

They kiss her across the edges of her panties, soft sounds dripping from her lips, her legs trembling. And part of me wants to just rip those panties the fuck off. Part of me wants to shred them away and bury my tongue in her like I’ve been dying to do for goddamn years.

But I also want to unwrap her. I want her like a present I need to open slowly, not damaging the wrapping paper.

I hook my fingers into the waist, slowly pulling them down and kissing across that little seam between her thighs and her pussy. She raises her legs and I pull them the rest of the way off before pushing her legs apart.

Goddamn I missed this.

She’s perfect - a fucking goddess laid out before me. She’s so damn wet, and so ready, that same look on her face that got me harder than stone years ago. It’s innocence, and yet so viscerally on fire - this cock-throbbing mix of sweet and sexy that has my blood roaring in my ears.

How the hell did I leave this.

I almost want to scream it out loud right there, but honestly, it doesn’t matter. The past is the past, and all I care about in this moment is her - here and now.

I can’t hold back any more. My mouth dips to taste her, and it’s like heaven. She’s as sweet as I remember, as honeyed and perfect as I’ve dreamt about a thousand times. I drag my tongue through her soft folds, moving over every inch of her until I find the hard little nub of her clit. I tease her there, loving the way her moans drip from her lips.

Loving her scent, her taste, her sounds - the way she moves.

The softness as my tongue strokes through her lips.

I’m relentless in my teasing, swirling my tongue around her clit again and again, letting her buck her hips against my mouth. I push two fingers into her, curling them up and forward and stroking that spot inside as she starts to go to pieces for me. I’m coaxing and dragging the orgasm from her. And as much as I want to drag it out all fucking night, I’ve gone entirely too long without seeing her come for me.

“Silas-”

My name falling from those pillow lips of hers has my cock straining in my pants. But this is about her. This about shattering her world and reminding her what I know she’s gone without these eight years.

I stroke my fingers in and out, gently sucking her clit between my lips as I swirl it mercilessly with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my ears, her fingers pulling hard at my hair and her whole body arching off the lawn chair.

“I’m- I’m going to-”

She cries out when she comes, her whole body seizing up and bucking against me. Her breath comes staggered and shattered as she melts into me, her honey coating my tongue and her body going limp for me.

I linger another minute, making her moan as she struggles for breath, my tongue dragging lazy circles across her pussy until she’s dragging me up.

“Jesus, Silas-”

“Silas! You out here?” The sound of the backdoor banging open and her brother’s voice has us scrambling apart.

She jumps from the chair and grabs for her clothes, her face red and hot and her eyes darting wildly to the staircase down from the roof.

Fuck.

I yank my shirt back over my head, feeling my own heart racing a million miles an hour as I turn back to her.

“Stay up here, I’ll deal with him.”

I start to leave, but before I know it, I’m stopping and turning back to her. And I kiss her once more, pulling her against me and feeling her body sink into me as I sear my lips to hers.

I pull away and turn to grab my beer from the ground near my chair, but her hand touches my arm.

“Silas-”

I turn back to see her eyes wild and hot, her lips parted like she’s about to say something.

But she doesn’t.”

“Dude, you out here?”

Her whole face changes as she shakes her head. “Go!” she whispers urgently.

I lock my eyes with her for one more final second before I whirl away and head for the stairs.