“I’m not sure if any of those will work,” Kristen said as she struggled to focus.
“Fair enough,” he murmured, “What’s making her wet?”
“He’s touching her,” Kristen said, licking her suddenly dry lips as he used his hold to bring her even closer so that she could feel the large, hard bulge between his legs pressing against her lower back.
“Like this?” Garrett asked, running his fingertips down her arm slowly as his lips pressed against the side of her neck.
“Yes,” Kristen said, tilting her head to the side to make it easier for him to kiss a trail down her neck.
“How about this?” he asked, running his hands over her hips.
“Yes,” Kristen said, dropping her head back against his chest.
“And this?” Garrett asked, drawing his fingers up her side and slid his hands over her stomach as he continued kissing his way to her throat.
Kristen turned her head and met his gaze as she said, “Yes.”
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he moved his hands over her stomach and-
Had her licking her lips when his hands found her breasts.
“Did he do this?”
“Yes.”
His gaze flickered to her lips as he moved his hands over her breasts, slowly tracing her nipples through her shirt with his thumbs. Never taking his eyes off her, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, keeping the kiss slow as he gently kneaded her breasts, making her tremble.
“Did he touch her anywhere else?” Garrett asked, brushing his lips against hers as he gave her breasts one last gentle squeeze before he was reaching for the hem of her shirt and-
“Here,” Kristen said, taking one of his hands and placed it between her legs.
“Is this making you wet?”Garrett asked, rubbing her through her jeans as he found himself wondering if she had any idea what she was doing to him.
For the past week, she’d been driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, morning, noon, and night, he just...
He wanted her.
But that wasn’t anything new. He’d always wanted her, from the first time that he realized that her smile did funny things to him to all those times that she’d had enough of his shit and tried to-
It didn’t matter what she tried to do or what she used to do it with, every time she did it, it made him want her more. The only thing that mattered now was that she was giving him a chance, one that he refused to fuck up.
“I just feel like you should know these things,” Kristen said, making his lips twitch against hers.
“This is true,” Garrett murmured, rubbing his palm between her legs one more time before he dropped his hands away and reached for hers.
With a gentle tug, he had her following him to the couch, where he dropped down before giving her hand another gentle tug that had her climbing onto his lap.
“Are you sure this is something that I’d like?” Kristen asked, placing her hands on his chest as she shifted to get more comfortable, the move causing her to tease the underside of the large cock between his legs, desperate to finally slide inside her.
“I’m willing to take the risk,” Garrett said, placing his hands on her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her again.
“This could affect your score,” Kristen said, wrapping her arms around him.
“You’re grading me?” Garrett asked only to groan softly when she rolled her hips against him.
“This surprises you?” Kristen asked as he slid his hands up her thighs.
“How am I doing?” he asked, tilting his head so that he could kiss the side of her neck.
