“Oh,” she yelped, her eyes suddenly looking glassy.
Like she was going to cry.
“I, uh, sor—” she started.
But my hands moved out of their own volition, sinking into her hips, keeping her in place before she moved away.
“Did I read this wrong?” she asked, voice tiny, unsure.
Read it wrong?
I was already fucking hard.
Just from sitting next to her.
“No, baby. But this—”
“No buts,” she said, voice a whisper. “Please? Just for right now?”
I was going to object.
In another second.
But then she was lifting up.
Then her soft hands were framing my face.
And then her lips hesitantly pressed to mine.
Any chance of stopping what was happening here melted away as a sweet little whimper escaped her at the first press of the kiss.
My hands flexed on her hips, pulling her closer until her chest crushed to mine.
There were a hundred reasons this was a terrible idea. Not the least of which being someone could be outside, look up, and see.
Suddenly, though, I didn’t care.
Gracie’s hands slid down the sides of my neck, then moved around the back of my neck, pressing closer to me as her lips pressed deeper.
My own were helpless but to respond, to slant, to nip, to run my tongue across hers, my lips muffling her little sighs.
It wasn’t long before she was wriggling, writhing, aching for something more.
What was my choice?
To push her away?
To reject her?
No.
No, it wasn’t even an option.
I couldn’t have what I wanted.
Not without guilt and consequence.
But I could let her take from me what she needed.
