No One But You
Alexandra Silva
Excerpt:
“A penny for your thoughts?”
I swear
every time he talks to me my heart just about explodes out of my chest. Jamie’s
voice is so different. It’s changed. It’s deeper and rumbly, and it makes me
think and imagine things that I don’t usually go out of my way to think about
let alone imagine. It makes my belly do acrobatics and my mouth water.
How is that
possible? How can his voice alone do that to me?
“Are you
still angry with me?” He asks as he sits on the edge of the hot tub my parents
had installed on the first floor balcony.
It’s such a
pretty view. The water and the trees that surround one side of it with all the
beautiful grey, white and light blue lake houses that line it in a cosy and
enclosed U. You can just make out the green rolling hills surrounding us with
the large church spire just about breaking the treeline. It’s just so
wonderfully beautiful.
“I’m not
upset with you,” I hear myself reply even though I am a little.
To be
honest I think I’m a little more heartbroken that he’s leaving than I am angry.
I was so looking forward to having Jamie around at Oxford, but he’s going to do
an Overseas Exchange to UCLA so he can learn from some great minds like Doctor
Wilson Weller—a teaching and practicing Neurosurgery god. Or whatever Jamie
calls him. Phillip decided to stay close to home at UCL even though he got an
offer to Oxford just like Jamie and Richard did three years ago. He doesn’t
want to leave his new girlfriend, Jamie’s sister and one of my best friends,
behind. I think I’m a little bit jealous of them, even if am happy for them.
Jamie is just coming round to the idea, and I know that the only reason why he
came to find me is probably because he still doesn’t know how to handle them
being so touchy and lovey dovey with one another.
“You’re
not?” He shuffles closer until the side of his thigh touches mine.
His legs
are different too. They have a light smattering of hair that kind of matches
his chest and the trail down from his navel. I can’t help but run my eyes down
his slightly defined torso and down the light trail of fuzz that leads down to
the top of his shorts, all the way down his shorts to his thighs and knees.
I’m so
distracted by all his golden skin that I don’t even realise how fast my heart
is beating until I feel the hammering in my chest pulsing up my neck to the
back of my throat.
Seriously?
My skin
heats as he wraps his arm around my bare shoulders. His thumbs lightly
strumming the string holding my bikini top up around my neck. It’s like the sun
shines brighter in that moment and the UV rays become laser strong and solely
focused on me.
“Then why
did you throw the Uni hamper we gave you in the bin?”
“Because
it’s stupid. I don’t need wine and condoms and…”
“You say
that now, but when you get there you’ll be thankful. You don’t want to be
caught short, the dial-a-condom service isn’t as discreet or anonymous as you
think.”
“Guys don’t
even look at me like that.” I shrug.
He goes super
still next to me. His arm becomes slightly heavier on my shoulders and his
thumb tucks under the halter neck string of my red bikini top. He clears his
throat and I can hear his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“Quincy,
that’s not true. Believe me, my sisters have made it a point to tell me every
chance they get.”
He pulls me
closer to him so that I have no other option but to rest my head on his
shoulder.
“Why would
they do that?” I mumble into the soft skin of his shoulder.
It’s shiny
and taught. It wraps flawlessly around his lean muscled arms with the odd sun
freckle here and there. He smells briny and citrusy. A combination of his
cologne, sweat and the lake water.
I inhale
deeply as his shoulders shake with humour.
Wait, why
is he laughing at me?
“Why are
you laughing at me?”
He clears
his throat again before he sighs, “You have no idea.”
“No idea of
what?”
Our eyes
lock as I look up at him. His bright blue eyes are like ocean blue sparkling
glass as the sun lights them up. They have these silvery grey flecks that bleed
to the edges of his irises and form these thin dark rings that are only
marginally lighter than his pupil.
“You’re so
pretty…so beautiful…”
It’s like
he can read my mind and steal the words on the tip of my tongue as he reaches
for my hair with his hand and wraps it with my long tresses.
And if my
heart wasn’t already hammering into my ribcage it’s now batter ramming its way
out like it’s trying to break free or get closer to his heart.
I don’t
know. All I know is that I can’t actually say anything. I can’t verbalise with
the way that he’s looking at me. The way his eyes are eating up every inch of
my face and the way they flitter down to my chest and then up to my lips.
His wet and
shiny pink tongue darts out and moistens his lower lip before he draws said lip
in with his teeth and bites down so hard that the blood and colour drain around
the trenches his teeth have made.
I can’t
help but mimic him with my own tongue and lips and teeth. He gasps lightly and
as my eyes meet his again the pupils are so big that there is only a perfectly
slim ring of silver speckled cerulean surrounding them. And I can’t breathe.
The air feels too hot and dry. And thick? Why does the air feel so thick? It
feels like I’m filling my lungs with invisible oil. My lungs feel so full that
they have to push the air back out in deep and long unsteady breaths.
The arm
around my shoulders falls and he brings his hand up to cup my cheek. And I know
what’s happening because I’ve seen it in films and I’ve seen other people
around us kiss. I can even kind of picture it in my mind—what we must look like
right now. But I still can’t quite comprehend why he’s coming closer to me. Why
his breathing is just as manic as mine. I can’t understand why he’s about to
kiss me with wide eyes and desperate breaths. The hand in my hair tugs slightly
and my face tilts marginally so that our lips touch.
Oh, God.
His warm
lips are so soft and so tender as they brush over mine and I want to throw my
arms around his neck, straddle his lap and just fucking devour him.
Fuck, I’m
like some lust crazed person.
I don’t
even know how I manage to stay so still with all those thoughts and all the
electricity zapping through me.
I don’t
know what to do next. If I should open my mouth or lick his lips. Whether I
should touch him. I want to touch. I am touching him.
He’s
groaning as he licks my lips and as my hands hold on to his waist so tight that
my nails bite into his flesh. But then it’s not just my nails biting into his
skin, it’s his teeth sinking into my lower lip. It’s his hand cupping my face
so hard that I know it should hurt, I know that it’ll leave a mark, but I don’t
care because it feels so fucking good. It’s his fingers weaving so tightly into
my hair that the sting makes me want to pull on his hair too.
I can’t
help the strangled moan that escapes my mouth as he slips his tongue inside and
licks my own.
I’ve never
kissed or been kissed like this before and even though I’m unpractised and new
to this, my hands seem to be in the know as they travel brazenly down his sides
to the top of his swimming shorts and as unsure as I am, I know that I want to
slip my hands under the elastic and become acquainted with every last inch of
his sexy skin.
Shit, I
don’t think I’ve ever used that word to describe another person, let alone a
boy…a man. Jamie.
He grumbles
a shallow growl right at the back of his throat as my fingertips skim around
the navy elastic of his shorts. His tongue licks deeper and twirls around mine.
I want
more. I want to tell him that I want it too, but I don’t want to stop kissing
him back and I have this unsure tightness in chest that makes me bashful and
fearful that he’d reject me anyway.
I want him
to touch me in ways that I’ve only heard other girls boast and brag that they’d
been touched. I want his mouth and his tongue to taste a lot more than just my
own.
Before I
even realise it we’re both standing in the middle of the warm, soft rolling
water and his hands are squeezing my bum cheeks to the point that I think
they’ll leave bruises. And it makes me feel excited in ways that I’ve never
felt before and it makes me feel like a livewire.
All this
and he never stops our kiss. His tongue tastes mine with a ferocity that feels
like years of need all at once. I rove my hands up his sides and his back,
relishing the feel of his muscles pulling and tightening under his hot skin. By
the time my hands round to his chest and travel up to his hair our bodies are
completely flush and my boobs feel even bigger and heavier than they already
are. My nipples feel sore like they’re being pinched and pulled and there’s
this familiar, yet new ache that’s building between my legs and the bubbling
water is only making that ache stronger whilst making it feel better at the
same time.
I’ve never
felt the arousal of a man, but I can feel his and it’s pressing deliciously to
my lower belly. I feel the heat creep up my neck and flush my cheeks and all I
want to do is find a way of getting closer. My fingers tighten their grip in
his sun bleached brown hair and I can’t help but pull him down to me, even as I
feel him softly pull away.
No. Please don’t stop.
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