I’m able to lift her enough so I can get her on her back. I move from beneath her to over her. With her legs open, she cradles my body between her thighs and, using my elbows, I leverage myself all while our lips remain together, tongues intertwined. I lift one hand from the couch and find the edge of her sweater. When my fingers touch skin, I look pull my mouth from hers. Our eyes meet. “Is this okay?” I ask, making sure I’m not moving too fast.
She nods but says nothing.
I touch her skin. “Soft,” I say, smiling up at her.
“Lotion” is all she says.
“It works.” My palm moves up until I feel the edge of her bra. Arching my brow, I wait for her to give me the go ahead. She nods slowly. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Cupping her breast, I tug on the lacey cup until I feel her erect nipple. God, I want my mouth on her. On every part of her. “Emma....”
She looks at me expectantly.
“Can I see you?”
“See me?” She blinks.
“Will you lift up your sweater for me?”
Emma glances left, then right. “Is there anyone else here?”
“Cody won’t be home until late.” Or maybe not at all. I think about her question. “Shall we go into my bedroom?”
