It feels like starvation.
That desperate ache claws through me as I seek out more of his body, hands fisting the material of his hoodie. I pull him closer, and his erection presses between my thighs—long, thick, and painfully hard.
We’re both fully clothed, but I can’t stop myself from rubbing against his heat. A feral sound rips from his throat as he grinds into me, severing the last thread of his restraint.
His tongue sweeps past my parted lips and into my mouth, the kiss consuming me in a feverish haze. I whimper, and he swallows the sound, his hands roaming over my body like it’s all he’s ever thought about. There’s something so primal about the way he touches me. It isn’t just want. It’s possession.
“Fuck, Gabriela.” His words hum with static, almost too low to hear. “You’ll never do this with anyone else.”
“Don’t stop.” I press into him, fingers slipping beneath his hoodie until I feel the scorching heat of his back.
He groans, and the sound lights up my brain.
I wrap my legs around him, the friction between our bodies burning me up. Tension draws his muscles tight as his breaths grow shallower. His teeth scrape over my lip, and he lets out a muffled curse as a tremor passes through him.
Then, without warning, his hand stills my hip, fingers biting into my leggings as his body jerks.
His abs contract against me as a guttural sound bleeds out of him, the seconds stretching on until only pulsing aftershocks remain.
It takes me a moment to register what just happened, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out the obvious.
“Did you just come…from kissing me?”
A rough sound of amusement pulls from his chest as his forehead dips against mine.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a long time.”
“You have?”
“Yeah.” He rocks against me, still hard.
That small amount of friction reignites the ache inside me, and I’m not sure how to vocalize it, but I don’t have to.
“I want to make you come.” He teases the words against my lips.
I hum my approval, and he gives me another slow, drugging kiss before his lips trail a path down my throat. My heart thumps erratically, goosebumps skittering over me at the ghost of his touch.
With a heated slide of his hands, he drags my fuzzy sweater up and peels it off my body. A current of anticipation thrums beneath my skin as he pauses to map my soft curves, feeling every slight dip and hollow within his reach. His fingers flutter over my rib cage, seemingly fascinated by the composition as he commits the details to memory.
It’s strange, but the depth of his attention is so addictive, I’d let him measure every bone in my body if he felt like it.
He traces the hem of my cropped tank top, fingers skimming beneath it as a shiver follows in his wake. When he palms my bare breast, a shock of electricity ripples through me.
“No bra, Gabriela?”
Something dark and menacing laces his tone, like he’s both pleased and irritated by this development.
“I don’t always wear them,” I confess.
I find them uncomfortable, and my breasts aren’t huge, so I can get away with it most of the time.
“Hmm.” The sound reverberates through me before his tongue lashes my nipple.
A hushed gasp falls from my lips as my head rolls back, my fingers threading through his hair reflexively.
“You like that?” The warmth of his breath tickles my skin.
“Yes.” The word catches in my throat when he sucks me into his mouth.
