“God, you’re so sexy, Kevin. I love the way you feel. I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“I need to do a better job of kissing you ’cause you’re. Still. Talking!”
“Why are you so grumpy?”
“Because we can’t even make-out without arguing. Can you just shut up and kiss me?”
When his mouth closed over hers this time, it was different. A little more aggressive resulting in a lot more tingles. He kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue deeper into mouth, and she responded in the same way. Warm lips moved down her neck and she moaned again, even louder than before. Her body went into hyper-drive.
“Kevin,” she murmured breathlessly against his ear, “I’m getting kinda hot…Are you…are you getting hot?”
“A little.” His teeth grazed the sensitive skin on her throat. “A lot.”
His wandering mouth returned. Arching her back, she rubbed her chest against his. Her body was doing these thingson its own. Her hand was twisting in his T-shirt and she was sucking his lip. Crazy shit like that was happening and she couldn’t control it. Urges built inside her. He was on top of her, yet she wanted him even closer. The whole time he’d kept his hands firmly on the bed, but then one went sliding up her thigh. Beneath her sweatshirt. Onto her stomach. And right before it reached her breast, he broke the kiss.
Bracing himself on his arms, he lifted and put enough space between them to let her know it was over. “This is…” He took a few seconds to catch his breath. “This is getting a little intense.”
“I know, right?” She was panting harder than he was. “Who knew I was such a great kisser? I hope you took notes.”
“I did,” he replied, a slight chuckle in his voice. “Especially when you started feeling me up again. You have very fast hands for someone with no experience.”
“I have nineteen years I need to make up for.”
“And did you grab my ass?”
“Yep,” she replied, not sounding at all remorseful. “I have no regrets.” She released a deep, satisfied sigh. “Are we gonna kiss again…in the future?”
There was still a smile on his face, but he was serious when he replied. “Not likely.”
She accepted his answer with a slight nod. A different response would have shocked her. Their kiss was just a kiss. Incredible and amazing, but still just a kiss. It didn’t mean that the dynamic of their relationship suddenly changed. It didn’t mean that he would automatically start liking her. It didn’t mean that he would magically undergo a personality transformation and not be an asshole anymore. It was just a sweet kiss, her first kiss, and she would treasure it forever.
“Well, there are other fun things,” she said. “We can still watch movies together.”
“Yeah…Just not Superman.”
She’d settle for that. Actually, for some obscure reason, she liked that more than kissing him. Okay, not more. It was a tie at first place.
He lifted himself up higher but before he could get off her, she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and pulled him down to her again. “If I’m not gonna have this hotness on top of me again, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” She plastered kisses across his cheek until she reached his lips. “Just one more.”
There was a feeble attempt to free himself, but she only gripped him tighter.
“You’re bat-shit crazy!”
She heard the amusement in his voice despite his harsh tone. “Pffft! Crazy-awesome. It’s the type of crazy you can’t resist.”
He snickered when her lips moved onto his neck and she didn’t know if it was because of the joke or if she had just found a tickle spot. He continued wriggling to escape, but it was really half-assed. “Why can’t you be normal like other girls?”
“I doubt other girls could get you to smile as much as I do.” The second those words left her mouth, he stopped fighting to look at her. It made her wonder if what she said was actually true. She didn’t ask him, though. This was her moment and she didn’t want to spend it talking about other girls. “C’mon, Kevin. Just kiss me. You know you want to. This twelve-year old boy body turns you on. And this is only a last resort, but know that Iwilluse my dancing skills to seduce you.”
“Fuck, not the dancing.”
He relented then, his mouth crashing down on hers, playful at first, but it escalated quite quickly this time. It wasn’t slow and leisurely. It was raw and hungry, and she was encapsulated in heat, not knowing if it came from her body or his. She rubbed her breasts against him, loving the friction against her verysensitive nipples. Who knew something so small could create so much pleasure?
It only took a few minutes and then there were moans and heavy breathing. Lip biting and hair tugging. Writhing and rubbing, her hands on his chest, his hand sliding up her thigh. It crept beneath her sweatshirt again and she moaned into his mouth when he cupped her breast. Heat flooded through her, causing an ache between her legs. She shifted her hips, rubbing herself against him.
“Jazz…” The hoarse whisper of her name made her lose all sensibility.
He impatiently shoved her bra aside, pressing her nipple between his fingers, teasing it until she was a mindless mess beneath him. She wanted more and as if sensing the calling of her body, his hand slid lower, but as soon as he tugged the drawstrings of her sweatpants, he broke the kiss again and gave her an awkward smile.
