“What?”
What does she mean, what? I reach up and pull her down toward me so that her face is next to mine. Her ass sticks up in the air, and I slide my fingers down her shorts and squeeze her ass cheeks.
“What are you doing, Luke?”
“I’m doing what any man who’s just had a beautiful woman grinding on him would do,” I say through gritted teeth, my voice a whisper.
“I wasn’t grinding on you. I was?—”
“You were what?” I say.
I see her breasts hanging through the V of her T-shirt.
“I was just—” she says breathlessly as I run my fingers up the small of her back and then around to the front and squeeze her breasts.
“Luke, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I groan as I gently rub my thumb against her nipple.
She gasps as she looks down at me, placing her hand right against my hardness. She shifts back and forth slowly now. Her movements subtle, but I know she’s feeling something because I am as well. My cock grows thicker between her legs.
“Mia, you’re playing with fire,” I say.
“Would that be so bad?” She lets her hair hang down across my chest and across my face and leans down to give me a peck on the cheek, then a peck on the lips.
“I think we don’t want to go down this road without fully understanding where it could lead,” I say, gazing at her.
“What’s wrong with—” she says softly.
I grab her, push her down to the side of me.
“Mia,” I say, glancing over at her.
We’re both panting slightly now.
“Yes, Luke.”
“I think we should go to sleep.”
“What if I’m not ready for sleep?”
“I think you’re ready,” I say.
“What if I’m not?” She reaches over and touches my abdomen and runs her fingers along the length of my cock.
“Mia,” I gasp.
“Yes, Luke.”
“Fire.”
“Fire’s burning, huh?”
I grunt and grab her hand and pull it away from me. “Mia, once we go down this road, we can’t stop it.”
“Who says I want to stop it?” she says, breathing faster and faster.
I touch her bottom lip, running my thumb against it gently. She bites it slightly and then giggles.
