Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

and covered his mouth with mine.
    Will sighed and wound his arms around me. The hammock swayed and the rusted chains creaked in the silent chill of evening. While stars glittered overhead, fireflies drifted across the empty lawn, unnoticed. Will's lips parted beneath mine, and he drew me in, gathering me to his warmth until he enveloped me. The song of the crickets was lost beneath the soft, desperate whisper of cotton and denim.
    I moved my hand over his chest, seeking his skin. Buttons parted at my touch and I slid my fingers beneath Will's shirt.
    "Are you sure about this?" He trailed his lips across my jaw.
    "No." Wanting him overruled what little common sense remained. "But don't let it stop you."
    He laughed softly and nipped my earlobe. "I'm reaching the point of no return."
    "I passed that a while ago."
    I palmed the promising hardness beneath his fly. The mess of the last eighteen months was swept aside by every sigh, every sweep of Will's hands. The hammock chains squeaked their protest while we sought skin and grappled with need.
    "I think it's time for bed." Will caught my face between his hands. "I don't think this old hammock will take much more punishment.
    "Bed…yes." I took a deep breath and kissed him once more, shaking and weak with wanting him.
    We reeled across the grass, pausing in a haze of desperation, to unfasten buttons, lips colliding, exchanging sighs and moans. Our feet faltered across the porch and we tumbled through the screen door into the kitchen. Will caught me between the table and door, backing me to the counter. I reached for his fly, frantic for him. The zipper yielded to my single tug and Will groaned when I hooked my finger in his shorts and set his cock free.
    "My turn." He smiled against my lips and unfastened my jeans. The heat of his touch left me trembling. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and thumbed the tip with teasing slowness. "Are you sure?"
    "Fuck, yes." I silenced him with another kiss.
    "Alrighty then." Will chuckled.
    We made our way up the stairs and tumbled into his room, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. Will pulled me down onto the bed. The elderly springs beneath the mattress groaned in protest. I pressed my lips to his and wanted to crawl under his skin. Will covered my throat with kisses and clasped my butt, working his fingers in a mesmeric pattern, grinding his dick against mine until I thought I'd explode.
    "Fuck." Will fell back onto the rumpled bedclothes.
    "That's the idea." I welcomed the chance to catch my breath, to roll my hips over his.
    His breath caught in his throat and he bit his lip. "I mean fuck, I have no rubbers and no lube. It's been a six-year drought. What about you?"
    "I think I have a condom or two in my wallet but that's about it."
    "Damn." Will pushed the hair away from my face.
    "Perhaps it's not such a bad thing. It's not like there aren't other ways to…"
    The persistent ringing of the doorbell wouldn't let me finish.
    "Who the hell is that?" Will slid from beneath me.
    "A guest who forgot their key, I suspect." I reached for my jeans. "I'd better go and let them in." My erection wilted away like a dying plant on a time lapse nature film.
    Will stood up and kissed my shoulder. "Damn. Damn it all."
    I hurried into my jeans and found my shirt. "Damn it all, indeed."
    "I suppose I'd better clean up the back yard stuff. I don't want you coming down in the morning to cook breakfast and having to deal with all that."
    The doorbell rang again.
    "I'll give you a hand as soon as I've strangled this guest." I grabbed my shoes and headed for the front door, not sure whether I was disappointed or relieved.
    I found Will in the kitchen, up to his elbows in soap bubbles.
    "Everything all right?"
    "Yeah." I picked up a cloth and started drying. "They forgot their key and apologized profusely."
    He stood close until his shoulder brushed against mine and fished through the soapy water for another bowl. "Perhaps we should tie the key around their necks or something."
    "Tempting." I stacked the dried dishes on the counter.
    "I'm sorry, Bryn."
    "Sorry for what? You don't have anything to apologize for."
    He pulled the plug and watched the water spiral down the drain. "I guess I got a little carried away out there."
    "We both did." I resigned myself to the status quo.
    "Perhaps we should take things slow and steady. See how it all goes." Will leaned on the counter.
    "Sounds good to me."
    Will smiled, stepped close and brushed his lips