Shooting her a mock-disgusted look, I said, “How am I expected to enjoy this without whipped cream?” Not missing a beat, she went to snag my plate, and I clamped my hand over hers. “Don’t even think about it.”
Grinning, we sat down to eat pie, which had miraculous revival properties. By the time we’d rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, I was wide-awake.
“Um, you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her between my body and the counter. “Or something.”
Nuzzling my nose along the side of hers, I asked, “May I stay with you?”
Tensing, she swallowed hard. “Um. Tonight isn’t a good night for starting shenanigans.” Her eyes slid away from mine, then they came back as color rode her cheeks. “Wrong time of the month.”
“Ah.” I nibbled along her jaw to the sweet spot behind her ear. “We can still have fun.”
She gasped as I lightly brushed my hand up the smooth skin of her side beneath her clothes.
“Sex is more than penetration, T.” My thumb found the underside of her curves, and a breathy “oh!” escaped her. “I loved seeing you in my hoodie at the game today. Especially when you showed off the back of it for the Jumbotron. Made me feel fifty feet tall.” I trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “But now I’d like to see you without it.”
She raised her arms over her head as I pushed her clothes up and off her body, dropping them over the back of one of the table chairs. Then I lifted her to sit on the countertop and traced the pads of my fingers along the edges of her plain beige bra. There was nothing plain about the pert nipples straining against the lace of it though. I rubbed my thumbs over them and smiled at the gasp and the accompanying arch of her back at my touch.
“You are so perfect.”
“Um...”
“May I?” I fingered the clasp of her bra. When she nodded, I said, “Words, T.”
A wispy “yes” gave me permission.
The scrap of lace landed somewhere as I covered her pretty breasts with my hands. She shifted on the countertop, and I leaned into the V of her legs. Holding her eyes, I asked, “Are the girls sensitive right now?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” Bending slightly, I caught a taut nipple in my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. She squirmed some more, each movement bringing her closer and closer to me. When I sucked her fully into my mouth, she let go with a loud, keening cry and arched her back even more. Her fingers plowed into my hair, alternately pulling it and pushing my face deeper into her flesh.
“Oh, Danny. Feels so good.”
I smiled against her skin before kissing my way over her chest to her other breast to give it the same attention. By the time I’d pulled back to check out my handiwork, she was writhing and whimpering and begging for more.
“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.
With a nod, she wrapped her long legs around my waist. Her stunning electric-blue eyes were glazed over with lust, and I imagined my eyes held the same expression. I carried her the short distance to her bedroom and slowly lowered her to stand in front of me, making sure she rubbed herself all the way down my front.
When I went to undo the fly of her jeans, she clamped her hands on my wrists, stopping my progress. “I’m not playing you, Danny. My period started this morning.”
“I believe you, but it’s going to be a whole lot more fun kissing the bare skin of your legs than the denim of your jeans.”
She loosened her hold and slid the zipper down. Again she covered my hands when I tried to push the offending clothing off her body, doing the honors herself instead. Then she went to work on my clothes. My hoodie and my shirt hit the floor somewhere behind me. Next, she pushed my jeans down to my ankles. With my hands on her shoulders for balance, I stepped out of my pants.
Ghosting my knuckles down the front of her body, it was my turn to suck in a breath. “Fuck, T,” I whispered. “You are the most gorgeous girl in the world.”
“That’s how you make me feel,” she whispered back. “I used to dream about kissing you. I never thought I’d have the chance. Now I get to touch you too.”
Goose bumps pebbled my skin in the wake of her featherlight exploration of my pecs and abs. When she stopped short of where I was desperate to feel her soft hands, I let go of her shoulders and shoved my boxers to join my jeans on the floor.
“You can touch me anywhere and everywhere you please.” My voice sounded hoarse, desperate, in my ears.
Staring so deep into my eyes I thought she could see my soul, she stepped in close and wrapped both of her hands around my length. “You can touch me too.” Though her words were barely audible, I heard them and what she was really saying.
As she slowly jacked me, I measured and squeezed and plumped her breasts. When I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, she increased her rhythm. When I tested her with little pinches and tweaks, her breathing became shallow, and she jacked me faster. With our eyes locked as we pleasured each other with our hands, I’d never felt more connected to another person in my life. The second that thought entered my head, the orgasm gathered at the base of my spine, and I dropped my hands to her hips, gripping her hard.
