want me to kiss you, I won’t do it ever again. Is that what you want?” I ask, walking closer.
“This thing we’re doing is confusing our bodies. I don’t want us getting lost in that,” she says, but I didn’t hear an answer in that.
“Do you want me to kiss you? Yes or no?” I ask again.
“Matthew, this shouldn’t happen.” Again with the deflecting.
I step up to her and level my eyes on hers. They’re dark again with a hint of blue. “Yes or no?” I ask deeply, slowly.
Her eyes stay locked on mine and her shoulders fall as she breathes out. “Yes.”
That’s all I needed to hear. My arms wrap around her. I place one on her lower back, pulling her chest to mine. The other is on the back of her head, tangling in her hair and bringing her lips right where I need them. When our lips touch, it’s like a fire igniting—a flash burn. The heat consumes my lips then my face before quickly moving throughout my entire body. Her lips part and my tongue slides inside her mouth. When it brushes against hers, I pick her up against me and she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
I step forward, pressing her against the wall so my hands are finally free to roam her body. I squeeze her ass, her hips, her thighs. All the while, our kiss never breaks; it only gains intensity. Her fingers thread into my hair, gently tugging against the roots as she nips my lower lip. I can feel the pinch between her teeth, but there’s no pain. All I can think about is sliding into her, owning her.
I’m not sure how far she’ll let this go, though, so I want to take it slow and give her the time she needs to process what we’re doing, and what it could mean for us. Her arms fall from my neck, but I find them quickly pushing my shirt up my stomach and chest. I remove my hands from her for a moment—only long enough to rip the shirt over my head. Our kiss breaks, but the moment the shirt’s off, she moves right back in. She kisses me hard and fast, like she’s starving for air and I’m the only source.
I kiss across her cheek, down to her jaw, and to her neck while my hands push up her little tank top. Apparently, I’m moving too slowly for her, so she reaches for it herself, tearing it up over her head and exposing her bouncing breasts to me. Fuck, they’re perfect. They’re full and round—the perfect handful. The skin of her breasts is slightly lighter than her neck and arms, which tells me she likes to get a lot of sun. The tan line is sexy as fuck, though, and I can’t help but stare at them, frozen. Her nipples are tiny, hard, and the perfect rose color that reminds me of raspberries.
I move my lips to her collarbone, slowly making my way toward her exposed chest. As I kiss the swell of her breasts, my hands move up to cup and caress them. I kiss lower and lower until I can suck a hard nipple into my mouth. When I flick my tongue against her, she lets out a whimper that drives me mad.
She doesn’t ask me to, but I quickly pull her away from the wall and carry her into my room. We collapse onto the mattress, still tangled up in each other. I kiss lower, to her toned stomach, then to her hips, where her shorts get in the way. Pulling my knees up underneath me, I begin tugging on the material, slowly yanking them down her hips. I don’t stop until they’re completely off, getting tossed on the floor.
I pick up her knee and press a kiss to the inside, kissing my way up to the junction between her parted legs. I move to the other knee, starting the process all over again. This time, when I get to her core, I slide my fingers into the waistband of her panties and push them down. She’s finally fully exposed to me and I want to laugh at her lightning bolt, but I don’t. The only thing I can think about is tasting her—finding out if she’s as sweet as I’ve been imagining.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, taking her in.
I move my mouth to her center, running my tongue between her folds, and her