It doesn’t mean I don’t want her alone though. I want her alone so bad it hurts.
Her arm skims against mine as she looks out the window. She studies the horizon for a long few seconds before bringing her gaze back to me.
She should go back to bed. She should get some sleep. She must be tired still.
There’s all these comforting words I want to say to her, but not a single one slips from my mouth. Instead, I lean into her. A smile presses to her lips just before my lips press there too. Her fingers fist into the bottom of my shirt, skimming along my lower stomach before she pulls me closer. Soft hair tangles through my fingers as I deepen the kiss.
Neither of us speak. There’s nothing left to say, and I’ve waited the entire time I’ve known her for this moment. So I’m not going to fuck it up with my words.
Not this time.
Her small body aligns with mine, and I close every inch of space between us until her back hits the wall. My palm presses above her head, grounding us as we both lose ourselves with every slow flick of our tongues.
When her fingers drift lower, my muscles tense beneath her touch until her palm slips beneath my jeans entirely. The incredible feel of her hand wrapping around my cock has my hands exploring down her body. The soft curves of her beautiful body trembles beneath my fingertips, and I take my time teasing her skin. My palm slips beneath her shirt, trailing up her ribs before brushing lighting over her nipple, circling before palming her breast entirely.
Fuck, she feels good.
She gasps against my lips as I take my time even though her pace quickens as she strokes faster down my shaft. I quiet the groan within my chest as my cock starts to throb with each move she makes.
My boots shift against the flooring, and I pull back from her before it becomes too much. Her lips part with confusion, but I don’t give her time to speak as I start to unbutton her jeans. The warm color of her eyes watches me intently as I lower myself. My lips press a slow trail down her abdomen. I trace my tongue down her soft body, and I finally do what I’ve wanted to do to her for days. The sound of her jeans hitting the floor makes my heart pound harder. It takes me less than a second to pull them and her boots away.
Once more my lips brush along the curve of her hip. Then to the span of bronze skin beneath her navel. And down her pubic bone until her fingers fist into my hair, and I can’t help but look up at her as I kneel between her thighs.
I’m a virgin. I’ve heard her fuck them, and I literally know what I’m up against here. It’s a lot of pressure on me. I’m not going to lie, it’s slightly terrifying that I might not live up to expectations. I can’t be the least qualified man in her life. I just can’t.
I’m a virgin.
But my mouth fucking isn’t.
With steady hands, I hold her in place, my fingers digging into her skin. My breath along her thighs has her shifting in place, rubbing herself just slightly to ease that anticipating ache that I know she feels. My lips press slowly to the soft skin of her thigh, inches away from where I really want to be. Another slow kiss skims just half an inch higher. My thumbs rub slow circles over her hips before my palm slips down to the underside of her leg and her breath shakes as I lift her foot to my shoulder.
She’s exposed to me. Bare and I’m dying to know what she feels like.
What she tastes like.
I let my fingers drift along her skin, making slow work of gliding across her smooth flesh before taking her hip in my hand once more. She trembles beneath my touch, watching me closely. Waiting.
Firmly, I press my mouth over her pussy with a chaste kiss. Her eyes are big as she watches my every move, and the next time I kiss her there, my tongue slips out and caresses over her clit before I pull away as if it were another chaste kiss. Her gasp rewards me. The sound of her catching breath fuels me on. With both hands, I part her folds and lick up her sex from back to front, and I love the way her hands fist tighter into my hair. A low groan hums against my lips as my tongue strokes back and forth against her sweet pussy. Her head tips against the dark wall, cascading her pale hair down her shoulder as she struggles to keep quiet.
Fuck quiet. I want to hear every breath ripping from her lungs. I want her screaming.
But I also really want her to myself at the moment too.
The flat of my tongue flicks against her clit before I suck hard, her thighs clenching around me as she grinds herself against my mouth. Her legs tremble, and I know she’s close. Harder, I stroke her sex before circling her clit and coming right back down to do it over, and over, and over again.
Her moan is a gasp of rasping sounds as her sex becomes slicker against my tongue. The sweet taste of her orgasm has me groaning against her. She leans back, her chest rising and falling, and I don’t give her a second to catch her breath before I’m lifting her. Her thighs lock around my hips, and I hold her in place against the wall.
Hooded eyes meet mine, and my heart’s pounding so loud in my ears it’s all I hear.
Until she speaks in a quiet whisper that makes my blood pump even faster.
“I love you so much.”
The simple statement washes away my fears of inexperience, and my doubts, and all the shit that’s clouding my mind.
Because it’s just her and me right now.
“I love you too.” I study her sweet features as the tip of my dick slides against her folds.
