June First

by Jennifer Hartmann

“Okay.” She nods eagerly, arms linked around my neck. “Bedroom.” I kiss her again, then start walking the short distance to my room. “I want to make love to you, June. Sweet and slow and soft. The way it should have been that first time.” “It was perfect,” she rasps out, clinging to me as I carry her into the bedroom and set her on the mattress. “It’s always perfect.” “It’s always rough. Dirty.” I pull off my T-shirt, then start unfastening my belt and slacks. My eyes heat as I watch June shrug out of her cotton sundress, her hair splaying around her on the white sheets. “It’s like I’m trying to bury us deeper into the dirt, until we sink, until there’s no way out. Because I don’t want to find a way out.” Crawling on top of her, she immediately coils her legs around my hips and tugs me close, inching up to kiss me. Her hands sift through my hair as she murmurs, “I don’t either.” “God, June… I don’t want you to be my filthy little secret. You’re better than this.” “I’m meant for this.” My fingers weave through her soft hair as I pepper her face with kisses, from her forehead to her nose to her perfect parted lips. “I want to treasure you. Cherish you. Adore you.” Her back arches as I trail my mouth down her neck. “You do that every time.”