Hearing Stacey tell me she missed me had my body fired up. When she kissed me, I pressed her back against the door. I had to remind myself to be gentle with her so I wouldn’t hurt her. She didn’t mind when I was rough with her, but marks showed up on her skin easily, and the first time I saw her bruised after we’d fucked, I’d been very careful since.

I wasn't careful then, though. Or it was more like; I couldn’t. It had been two, heading into three weeks since I’d had her in my arms like this. For us, when we were together pretty much every day even over the weekend for the past year, it was too long.

When I had to pull away to breathe again, I groaned and let my forehead hit the door, closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Stacey. I think I’m going to be a little rough today.”

Stacey didn’t seem to mind. She was moaning and rubbing herself against me, tearing apart even more of my control. I was ready to just tear at her clothes and fuck her right there. Then she pressed her lips to my ear, still panting.

“I want you, Kevin,” she admitted. “I want you to fuck me tonight. You can be as rough as you want. Please?”

I groaned again as my body nearly seized up from her words alone. Then I growled, my arms around her waist dropping down to cup her ass cheeks. She gasped as I held her still and roughly ground my erection against her.

“Are you trying to make me go mad, Stacey?”

“Whatever gets you to me the fastest.”

Fuck.

Stacey was horny, and I wondered where it was coming from. Maybe she just needed some time away from grief. I did. Whatever her reason, if she didn’t want me holding back, then I wasn’t going to.

My hands lowered to the backs of her thighs. I warned her, “Hold onto me,” and in the next moment had her up in my arms with her back braced against the door, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms holding on tight to my neck. Again, there was a spot of alarm, because she was way lighter than I expected her to be.

Has she been eating right recently?

The thought only made me hesitate for a moment. Then I turned around, still holding her in my arms, and headed back for my bedroom. I’d left my bedroom light on, so turned off the other lights as we went. I had to see where I was going, and Stacey took advantage of that to attack my neck with nips and kisses.

When we got to my bedroom, I carried her over to the bed, and she clung onto me as I crawled on top, then lowered our bodies until we touched the bed.

“Stacey,” I whispered, trying to pull away from the hold she had around my neck. “Wait up a bit.”

She just moaned and held on tighter. “No,” she muttered. “I don’t want to stop.”

“We’re not stopping,” I said soothingly, carding my fingers through her hair. I took her soft locks into my fist and tugged lightly so she would let go. “I want to undress you.”

That had her going still; then she released me. I moved to kneel between her spread thighs and stared down at her. There was a light blush on her cheeks that deepened the longer I stared. Then, out of nowhere, she was wrapping her arms around her stomach, pulling down her t-shirt.

“What?” she asked, sounding almost defensive. “Do I look different…”

I tilted my head, confused. “What are you talking about? You don’t look like you’ve changed much…”

“Oh,” she murmured, but she still looked self-conscious.

I wasn’t sure why. Was it because we hadn't been together for so long? She might have thinned a little bit…but I didn’t think anything about her body could turn me off. Just the opposite.

“Would you stop trying to cover yourself?” I chided, pulling her arms away gently. “I haven’t seen you in so long, Stacey. Let me look?”

She bit her lower lip, still looking worried. “I kinda stopped eating for a while, and I’ve been trying to improve my diet,” she admitted.

I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to look sexy no matter what.”

I lowered myself, so I was lying between her legs. I held her lightly by the waist and moved my hands up, lifting her t-shirt along as I did. She squirmed a little as I exposed her stomach. Then my hands moved under the t-shirt to her skin and pushed it even further up. Stacey arched her back and pulled the t-shirt off, then looked at me worriedly.

“You look just fine to me,” I murmured, pressing a kiss against her stomach.

She gasped and arched her back. Encouraged, I placed kisses around her midsection. Then I rose up higher to do the same to her breasts. I cupped my hands around them and squeezed. I glanced up at her, made sure she was watching and took one of her nipples in my mouth.

“Kevin!” she gasped, her hands raising and clenching into my hair.

She tugged, and it wasn’t gentle. I took her nipple between my teeth and bit it lightly, soothing over it with my tongue, and she gasped some more. With one last suck, I pulled off to pay attention to her other nipple. I flicked my tongue at the hardened bud, took it between my lips and tugged until she arched with me. I circled the nipple with my tongue, then let it fall out of my mouth. I alternated playing with her breasts, using my hands and my mouth, until I had her writhing under me.

“Please, Kevin,” she moaned, tugging on my hair again, harder. “I want you in me. Now.”

I chuckled as I pulled away from her chest, her hands slipping out of my hair as I kneeled between her legs again.

“Somebody’s impatient,” I teased. My hands went to her shorts, and I slowly undid the button and zipper, just to mess with her a little.

Stacey pouted. “That’s because I’ve missed you, Kevin. You said you missed me, too, didn’t you?”

I growled as I practically ripped her shorts off her legs, then her panties, leaving her completely naked. She giggled, wrapping her legs around me.

“That’s not playing fair, Stacey.”

She smirked. “Who’s here to play fair?”

She tugged at my clothes, and I had to shrug her hands off to take them off myself. I pulled off my tank top and got off the bed to remove my socks, pants and boxers. Then I was back on the bed and hovering above Stacey’s body. I took another moment to just look at her. Besides that one time we had in her bedroom, we didn’t usually get a lot of time alone to do more than a quickie and get dressed quickly. Even in the places I took her to in my car. We weren’t the only teenagers running off for some alone time, after all, and all the locations were pretty famous as hook up spots.

The times I could see her were rare, and I didn’t like wasting the chance.

“Kevin,” she whined in complaint. “Stare later!”

“What if we never get a chance like this again?”

She pursed her lips; then her hands rose to cup my face. “What if I say, that we definitely will?”

The look on her face was suddenly serious, and it made me curious.

“What does that mean?”

She took a deep breath, then smiled up at me. “I promise I’ll tell you later,” she said. “But right now…we’re still in the middle of something.”

Stacey took one of my hands in hers and led it between her thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath as she ran our fingers over her sex, concentrating on her clit. Then, she pushed two of my fingers and two of her own inside her body and moved her hips as she slowly thrust them in and out of her.

I leaned down for another kiss. Then I pulled back, removing my fingers. They were wet with her slick, and I brought them to my mouth, sucking off her juices. My hands went to her hips, and I lifted her up a bit, moving, so her thighs were rested on my ass. I looked down between our bodies.

“No more waiting,” Stacey said, her hand reaching down and circling my cock.

She lined us up, and I moved my hips forward, sliding into her with a single, hard thrust that had her writhing and gasping some more.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” she warned.

I took her at her word. I kept one hand on her hip and leaned forward, bracing my other arm against the bed with a fist. Then, I moved. Usually, I’d wait, or start out slow so she would get used to me. But we were both dying for it, so I started moving in hard and fast, fucking her into the mattress.

“Kevin!” she practically screamed, her hands going to my arms and digging in with her nails.

I just groaned, my mouth falling open as my eyes fluttered closed. She felt so good under me, her walls wrapped tight around my cock, practically sucking me in with every thrust. We weren't quiet at all, and the strength of my thrusts had the body creaking under us.

“Fuck, Stacey,” I growled. “I don’t think I’m going to last.”

I peeled my eyes back to stare down at her. The sight that met me had me groaning some more.

Stacey’s face was red, her lips parted and shining with spit, expression slack with pleasure, and her breasts bounced with every one of my thrusts.

“What a sight,” I whispered.

I slowed down, but only long enough so I could lower my body further over hers, bracing against the bed with my forearm. Then I was back to fucking her hard and fast, holding her down by the hip as her body squirmed against mine. My head ducked down to play with her nipples, and her hands were back in my hair.

I could feel my body start to tremble as I grew close. My rhythm broke, the movement of my hips growing erratic. I bit into Stacey’s shoulder as I tried to get control of myself. But then her walls were convulsing around my cock as she came, and I orgasmed right with her, my body breaking into shudders as my fingers and teeth dug further into her skin.

Afterwards, I slumped over, rolling so I wouldn’t squish her. Stacey moved with me, rolling into my arms, and I readily pulled her close.

I hadn't been sleeping properly the past few weeks, but suddenly, I was very tired. My eyes slipped closed, and I was on the verge of falling asleep when Stacey squirmed in my arms and said something.

“Kevin?” she called, her voice hesitant. “I’m sorry…about the things, I said to you. About everything, okay? Even insisting we should keep our relationship a secret from my brother.”

I smiled softly, burying my face in her hair. “I’m sorry, too,” I told her. For a lot of things.

She didn’t stir again, and we fell asleep in each other’s’ arms.