Beth Hyland - Fall Into Forever

After brushing our teeth at one of the communal sinks scattered throughout the campground, I don’t even have the tent zipped shut all the way when Jon grabs me from behind. He’s already naked from the waist down.

“How did you do that so fast?” I ask, laughing.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” His words are a little slurred. “I need you.”

“Shhhh. Someone will hear. There are literally a ton of people around us.” Including a couple of girls in the next tent who are probably wishing they were here instead of me.

“You think I give a shit?”

I pull the shirt over my head and slip out of my pajama bottoms, thinking this will distract him and get him to quiet down.

He groans loudly. “I want to fuck you so bad, Ivy, it’s not even funny.”

Someone nearby laughs. It sounds like James.

“Oh my God, Jon,” I whisper-laugh. “You need to shut up.”

I climb into the double sleeping bag and pull him down on top of me. But instead of grabbing one of the condoms we brought, he slides down my stomach.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I know what he’s planning to do.

His long-fingered hands are warm against my knees as he pushes my legs apart.

“I need to taste you.” His breath is hot against my sensitive skin. My whole body quivers in anticipation. Then, spreading my inner folds with his fingers, he licks me. Long and agonizingly slow.

I hiss, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I arch my back.

“Is this good?” His voice is low and husky, vibrating against me.

“Um, yes,” I manage to say. My knees are trembling on either side of his head. “It’s...it’s perfect.”

“Okay. Because I want more.”

He slips a finger inside me, moving it in and out. My inner muscles tighten around him, and a storm of pressure gathers in my lower belly. I am seriously on the edge right now. I’m not going to last much—

He gently draws my clit between his teeth and begins to suckle. And that’s when I pretty much lose it.

I buck my hips and cry out his name as a massive climax roars through me. It feels like I’m on fire, every inch of me burns.

“Ah, yes!” he groans. “There it is.”

With his tongue against me, I ride out my orgasm, vaguely aware that I need to be quiet. As the tremors echo away, I lie back against the pillows, and Jon slides up my body, kissing me as he goes. My hips. My stomach. My breasts. His tongue swirls around one nipple then the other.

“I want you inside me now,” I tell him.

“That can be arranged,” he says.

Soon, the broad tip of his penis probes my inner thigh. After a few tries, he finds my center. I raise my hips to meet him and with a powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. So completely, in fact, that it seems as if he’s pressing against the inside of my belly button.

“Oh my God,” he says, a little too loudly. “You feel so good.”

Someone laughs again. And then there’s a whistle. But I don’t care. I’m too drunk and numb from that orgasm to really give a crap. Hell, most of the people here are probably doing the exact same thing we are. And those who aren’t are wishing they were.

“Jesus, Ivy,” he groans, rocking his hips back almost to the point of withdrawal.

I dig my nails into his back to keep him from going any further. He needs to stay in me. I’ll die if he doesn’t. He makes a few shallow thrusts, causing the ridge around the tip of him to rub against my sensitive flesh. I’m on the verge of coming again.

Something niggles in the back of my mind, but I can’t think what it is. Something I’m supposed to be doing right now. And then it occurs to me that I didn’t check my exits or make sure I could get away if I needed to. Tears sting the backs of my eyes as the realization hits me. My old fears don’t control me anymore.

Dr. Mehta was right. Telling Jon the truth made all the difference. Not only did he not reject me, but I feel safe with him. He won’t hurt me. I trust him.

I hold him tighter, twine my legs around his.

He thrusts into me with fluid strokes, and then, “Ivy!”

Another intense wave of pleasure rushes through me, starting from where we’re joined and spreading outward like wildfire. Down my arms and legs to my fingers and toes. Jon collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and breathless. We stay like this for a while, until the world stops spinning around us.

He rolls off me and I hear the snap of latex as he removes the condom.

Holy crap. That’s what I forgot. Birth control. How could I be so careless? Stupid, Ivy. Real stupid. Thank God he had enough sense to use a condom, because I sure as hell didn’t think about it. I started up on the Pill again, but that was less than a month ago, so it’s not effective yet.

Something else tugs at the back of my mind. But like a vivid dream that vanishes when you wake up, it’s not clear enough to retrieve it.

“Ivy?” Jon asks, his lips against my ear.

“Mmmm. Yeah?” I’m so spent I can hardly move.

“Before I fall asleep, I want you to know something.” His words are still slightly slurred from the alcohol.

I nestle into his shoulder. “What’s that, baby?”

“Ahhh,” he says, sighing contentedly. “I fucking love when you call me that. It’s hot.”

I smile into the darkness. “You do?”

“And I love what we just did. All of it.”

My body is still tingling. “Yeah, me too.” Way off in the distance, I can hear some people talking, but everyone around us is quiet. I can tell that’s not what he originally wanted to say, though. “Was there something else?”

His body twitches. He’s obviously on the verge of falling asleep. “What?” he mumbles.

“That’s okay, baby. Go to sleep.”

“No. I need to tell you…something.”

God, he’s both hot and adorable at the same time. How is that even possible? “You do?”

He mumbles a few words, but I can’t understand.

Great. Why is it, when I want him to speak up, he doesn’t, but when I want him to be quiet, the whole campground can hear us?

“What, Jon?”

“Mmmm. I fucking love you, Ivy.” Then he rolls over and leaves me lying here, stunned, in the darkness.

“I love you too, baby,” I whisper, but he’s already asleep.

The next day, neither of us says the L-word again, but it’s like we’re newlyweds or something. We can’t stop touching each other. When I hand him a yogurt from the cooler, I can’t help myself and stroke my finger along his arm. Grabbing my hand, he presses his lips to the inside of my wrist, then lets go and eats his yogurt. When I take the cup of instant coffee he made me and sit in one of the chairs around the fire pit, he comes up behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders.

He brushes my hair aside and kisses the back of my neck. “That was fun last night,” he whispers.

“You remember?”

“Hell yeah. I wasn’t that drunk, Ives.”

I hear the zip of a tent and look up to see James emerging…along with a gorgeous blond chick I’ve never seen before. He grins at us as she puts on her shoes. After he kisses her and she leaves, he walks past us to the picnic table where the coffee supplies are. A few minutes later, he joins us at the campfire, a cup of coffee sandwiched between his hands.

“Have a good time last night?” Jon asks.

“I sure as hell did.” James takes a sip. “And from what I could tell, you did too.”

We spend the rest of the day going back and forth from the venue to the campsite. I’m glad that we got into the closest campground. Some people have to walk more than a mile each way.

On Sunday, we get up early and trek over to the stage, but both of us are so tired that as soon as we wrap ourselves in our blankets on the grass, we fall asleep. After listening to a few bands, we head back to the campsite for a lunch that consists of peanut butter sandwiches, chips and beer. Tina is talking to some girls I don’t know and Sara is sitting on James’ lap. Kelly tells me about the internship she just got with an accounting firm in Seattle, but she doesn’t know how to break the news to Reece. He’ll be working in Portland for the summer and they were going to rent an apartment together.