"You." She leans in and kisses me gently. Her gentleness is a hardcore turn on.
I wrap her in my arms and kiss her harder, parting her lips with my tongue, savoring the taste. I slip my hands under the back of her shirt, noticing how her skin feels like silk against my hands. This wasn't in my cards. I'm cheating the system and winning big. Freeing my hands from her body for just a second, I pull my shirt over my head, and she quickly follows my lead with hers, pulling the straps of the overalls off and then her shirt. I pull her back into me, needing to feel her skin against mine. The second contact is made, it's like I’m feeling the sun for the first time after being locked up in the dark. It's like a warm day after a winter's freeze.
I kiss her neck, hearing a small moan escape her lips, which encourages me to kiss lower until I reach the cotton of her thin bra. "I've never done—" she breathes.
"I know," I interrupt her. My experience is also limited with being locked up at eighteen, but I don't need experience to know what I want to do. Traveling down her torso until I hit the waistband of her pants, I tug gently, letting them fall to her knees. I place a kiss on her hip bone as her waist lifts from the mattress. Her breaths quicken, telling me this is okay. And thank God this is okay because I just realized how badly I need this girl. With my finger curled around the waistband of her panties, I tug those down as well.
"Sin," she cries. "What's that?"
"What?" I ask, looking over at her.
"That!" she yells, pointing over to the corner.
Shit.
