One and Done - S. Briones Lim Page 0,77

my tongue caressed hers.

Sweet. Just like I always knew it would be.

I soon lost myself to the rhythm of her light touches, groaning each time she grabbed onto my hair, pulling lightly as if she were afraid I’d run away.

Not this time.

Then just like that, I froze. Once we hit this point of no return, there really was no going back for me. I couldn’t spend another five years denying what my heart wanted. “Rocky…you know that…I mean, you could tell that…”

“Jesse, you’re making me nervous right now. What’s wrong?” Her mouth trembled in worry.

I lifted my chin and sighed. “You know this isn’t just messing around to me, right?”

“Huh?”

“I know I was giving you a hard time about using me, but you know I didn’t mean it.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course not.”

I had to tell her. There was no more holding back. “You know I…I always loved you, right? I have always loved you. From the moment your dorky self said, ‘Hi, welcome to our bio group,’ to the day we sat on those bleachers and said goodbye. I have never stopped thinking about you.”

The words tumbled out of my mouth so effortlessly. How? After all those years denying them, it was as if my words took on a life of their own.

They were cultivated in a prison. Your words are free now. Keep them rolling.

And keep them rolling I did. By the time I was finished exposing my heart and soul, I was sure Rocky wanted nothing more than to turn away.

She didn’t.

“I’ve always loved you too. I think you’ve always known that, though.”

Happiness was never meant for me. I knew it. My mother knew it. My dad knew it. It was the reason I kept Rocky on a string—a self-fulfilling prophecy of loss and despair. Yet at that moment it was as if the heavens opened up and blessed me with some sort of miracle. She still loved me. I wasn’t stupid enough to deny the fact that I didn’t deserve her love, but I wasn’t about to throw the God given gift away. Not again.

Her head tilted toward mine, her warm breath bathing my lips, soothing the ache in them. I brought her close to me, taking my time to take in her beauty.

I can’t believe this is finally happening.

All nerves and worry out the door, bravery took hold of me. Sticking out my tongue, I carefully ran it over her lips, relishing the sweet taste of cherry with a slight tinge of salt. Soon Rocky was beneath me, kneading my back through my shirt. I was desperate to feel her skin against mine, with nothing hanging between us.

Pesky shirt.

As if hearing my thoughts, Rocky tugged at my tee, grunting softly as she tried to slide it up.

“Having trouble?” I snickered.

“Actually, yes.”

First comes stripping and next comes…

I gulped. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I just want to hear it out loud.

Her fingers twisted around my shirt. “Yes, I trust you.”

Trust. If that wasn’t the best aphrodisiac ever. My cock throbbed against my pants and I knew there was no way I could stand being clothed one second longer.

Shirt off now.

My breaths quickened, feeling the cool air hit my bare chest. My throat strained to swallow as I gazed down at her beautiful eyes, which watched me hungrily. I was just as starved. “Your turn.”

She attempted to lift her arms, but before she could even move I impatiently pushed her shirt up to her neck. Expecting some frilly underwear I was pleasantly surprised to find two rosy pink nipples staring back at me. I licked my lips, preparing to take each bud into my mouth. “No bra?”

“Can’t sleep with that contraption binding me.”

Good.

Her olive-toned torso beckoned to me and like a moth to a flame, I dove in, flicking my tongue against her nipples and appreciating the way they hardened under my touch. I felt her fingers stroke against my crotch, but I shifted away. “Let me do this first. I’ve always imagined how it would be to taste you.”

“Okay.” She nodded eagerly.

I licked her soft skin, trailing a circle around the mound of her breasts, before taking one inside my mouth. Her breaths quickened, only egging me on. Keeping my lips against her cleavage, I expertly reached for the loose waistband of her sweats and pushed it down a few inches. “No underwear?” I asked hopefully.

I pulled just enough away to peek and caught a glimpse of light blue lace. Rats.

Her giggles were like music