Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,10

sit on the floor.”

She shook her head, her fingers squeezing mine. “No. Don’t.”

My dick hardened from the sound of those sweet words. It rubbed against my boxers, painfully pushing against the inside of my zipper.

“Where do you want me?”

Her skin was so soft, so perfect in the light that shone in from the streetlamp. I wanted to rub my face against her cheek, to kiss it.

“Here.” She patted the small space that was between us.

I kicked off my shoes and swung my legs onto the bed.

“No.” She was fidgeting again—this time, combing out the side of her hair. “I want you under the covers.”

She’d never asked me to do that before, never looked at me the way she was staring at me now. If I lay down as close as she wanted me, she’d feel how hard I was. I didn’t want that to scare the hell out of her. I had to know what she wanted before I got under the covers.

“Come here,” I said, reaching for her hand, pulling her until she sat up.

She didn’t fight me. She didn’t question what I was doing. And, when my fingers cupped her cheek, she didn’t pull away. My thumb traced the corner of her lips. After a few passes, she leaned into me, nuzzling my hand.

“I want to kiss you.” I wouldn’t have warned anyone else, and I never had in the past. But Kyle was my best friend. That made this different. And it made me more cautious.

Her teeth stabbed her bottom lip. “Do it. Please.”

Her lips were so hot. So full. So delicate, like the rest of her. I’d been checking them out for years, and now, she was telling me I could have them.

I didn’t want to wait a second more.

“Kyle,” I groaned right before I kissed her. I was gentle, not knowing how she’d react even though this was what she’d told me she wanted.

She moved much quicker than I expected, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine. When I felt her tits rub against my chest, I thought my dick was going to bust through my jeans.

“Garin.” It was a whisper. Tiny and breathy. Almost as tiny as her.

I pulled back just enough, so my tongue wasn’t inside her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Why are you being so gentle with me?”

I glanced down at her lips. They were wet—from me. They were red and puffy—from me. It looked so good on her.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

The problem with being her best friend was that I knew everything about her. I knew this was her first kiss. That was my doing. The guys at school didn’t fuck with her. They barely even talked to her because of me. So, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable, that her first time wasn’t rushed and heavy. She was making that almost impossible.

“You could never scare me, Garin.” Her voice was still so tiny. “Because I already love you. I always have.”

Girls had said that shit to me before. It was different with Kyle. It meant something. It hit me in the chest and stayed there. That was a feeling that had never been in there before.

“I—”

She put her finger over my mouth. “Don’t say it.” She smiled. “I already know how you feel about me. So, when you do say it, I want to be surprised.”

I kissed the inside of her finger. “Then, I’ll tell you that I want to kiss you more, and I don’t want to wait any longer to do it.” I pulled her out from underneath the blanket, turned her until she faced me, and sat her on my lap.

She spread her legs around my waist, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she moved her face much closer. “Kiss me, Garin. I mean, really kiss me.”

I gripped the back of her head and pushed it forward until her lips were on mine. Then, I gave her my tongue, and hers swirled around the tip of mine, softly sucking it. My hands slowly dropped down her body, feeling the spots I’d wanted to touch for so long. Her flat stomach, her narrow waist. Those perfect thin thighs. Each breath, each tiny moan, told me how good she was feeling.

And she felt so fucking good to me.

When I reached her chest, I brushed my thumb over her nipple. Back and forth. Just the very edge of it and only using the pad of my finger.

“Garin,” she groaned against my mouth. “Ahh.”

I switched