“Fuck it,” he says, reaching out and pulling me flush against his body. His lips find mine, and he kisses me just like he did at the top of the ferris wheel. It’s slow, and passionate, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
My hands find his hair, and I tug gently, causing him to moan against me. His lips part, letting me in. Our tongues tangle and our teeth clash. His hands move down my back and find my ass, pulling me in tighter. Hooking my leg over his, I bring us even closer, thrusting my hips forward. His length pushes into me, and heat builds between my legs.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks, pulling away.
“Yes,” I say, rocking my hips forward again. He flips to his back, carrying me with him, and our mouths meet again in a long kiss.
My hips continue to rock against him and he pushes up into me, causing the perfect friction against my clit. His hands explore my body, and my hands tangle in his hair.
His lips find my pulse point, and he sucks gently. “Oh, fuck,” I let out.
“You like that?” he asks, finding the spot again.
“Yes,” I breathe out, grinding my hips against him.
He sits up, positioning me so that I’m sitting in his lap. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I pull him into me, and our lips meet in another needy kiss.
“I like kissing you,” he says, pulling away.
“So kiss me,” I say, shifting in his lap.
“I want to make sure you're comfortable with this,” he says, moving my hair behind my ear. “Because it’s taking all of my control not to take this further, but I can’t go all the way with you and it just be sex. Losing you would break me, and I know this is a lot to throw out there, and I’m not saying you have to promise me forever, but I’ve been falling for you since I saw you, and I don’t want to fuck it up by being reckless tonight.”
I lean down, cup his face, and kiss him softly. “This isn’t just sex. This is real. I promise I want you.” He rolls me to my back. “Now, kiss me.”
Leaning over me, he lowers himself to my mouth and then begins to trail kisses down the side of my neck. Every spot he touches ignites, and I thrust my hips forward.
“Is it okay if I kiss you here?” he asks, removing the strap of my tank top, pulling the fabric down, and kissing me tenderly along the curve of my breasts.
“Yes,” I say.
“And what about here?” He moves down my body and raises up the base of my shirt, kissing my abdomen.
“Yes,” I say, swallowing hard. His eyes find mine, and he continues to move, hooking my pajama pants with his fingers, pulling them down slightly.
“What about here?” he asks, placing a kiss along my right hip bone.
“Yes…” I begin to squirm. “Tanner, please kiss me.”
“I am kissing you,” he says. “And I’m going to take my time because this is all I’ve wanted to do for months, and now that I’m getting the chance, I’m going to kiss every inch ofyour perfect body.” He moves over to my left hip bone, kissing me again.
“Can I take these off of you?”
“Please,” I beg. He begins tugging my pants down my legs, revealing my red lace thong.
“Have you been wearing this the whole night?”
I nod, and he bends down and places kisses up my thigh. His beard tickles against the sensitive skin between my legs, and my breath quickens as he nears my center.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, running his fingers along the band of my panties.
“Please,” I beg, desperately, causing him to chuckle. He moves the red lace to the side and swipes his finger through my wet center.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says. My head falls back, and my eyes shut as he draws slow, purposeful circles against my clit.
“Eyes on me,” he says, causing mine to shoot open. He dips down again, tracing his tongue up my inner thigh, and he doesn’t break eye contact.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my clit on the outside of my thong, eyes locked firmly on mine.
