Her palms slide up my stomach, small hands clinging to the fabric of my shirt. My shoulders go rigid, expecting her to push me away and I brace myself for her rejection. But it never comes. Instead, she tugs me closer, her body straining against mine.
Yes.
I nip at her bottom lip, drawing a ragged breath from her mouth before my control snaps and I give in to my desire to deepen the kiss.
Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I cradle the back of her head and draw her impossibly close.
Her small body quakes but her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke. Tiny hands release my shirt to slide up over my chest, then over my shoulders, before settling around my neck. I groan and a strange, possessive urge to claim her slams into me.
I try and fail to reign myself in. To put a stop to this before it goes too far. But then she pushes up on tiptoe, silently begging for more, and I can’t help but grin against her lips. How could anyone refuse her?
Cecilia is shy at first, almost hesitant as she explores my mouth with her own. But she gets bolder with each minute that passes.
She tastes like the cherry cola I saw her drink earlier today, and I swear it might be my new favorite flavor.
I dip lower to better accommodate her small frame—she’s so damn tiny—and tilt her head just enough to achieve a better angle. Her tongue brushes against mine, fingers weaving into my hair. Fuck.Es un sueña.She’s a dream.
There's a considerable height difference between us. She’s maybe five one to my six four. We’ll need to fix that, not that I can complain given she’s currently climbing me like a flagpole.
Praying she doesn’t freak out, I drop lower and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs before lifting her in my arms.
She lets out a small squeak, but her legs obediently wrap around my waist and her lips stay locked on mine. Fucking perfect.
A satisfied grunt escapes me. Turning, I set her on the hood of her Jeep and nestle myself between her thighs.
Better.
My mouth wanders to trail kisses along her jawline. Down her neck.
She sighs and her head falls back on her shoulders, granting me unhindered access. I can’t help but smirk at the look of contentment on her face. I need to take advantage of this moment.
“You coming to practice with me?” I ask, peppering her with more kisses to keep her like this. Soft. Pliant.
Some of the fog lifts from her gaze, but she’s still floating in a heady space of desire when she nods her head. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Good.
I kiss her one last time. A hard and quick press of lips before forcing my feet to take a step back. I want nothing more than to grind my dick into her jean clad pussy right here on the hood of her car, but even I know that’s taking things too far. Just like I know if I don’t walk away right now, I’m going to do it anyway.
“You. Bleachers.” I tap her on the nose. “I’m gonna go change and when I come out, I better see your fine ass in the stands as I step out on the field.”
Her face is flushed as she rolls her eyes and gives me an annoyed smile. But it’s a smile nonetheless.
“Fine. Go.” She shoos me away. “I’ll be there. You still have my keys, remember?”
I pat my pocket to be sure she didn’t lift them off me while I was distracted.
Nope. Still good to go.
“Five minutes, woman.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go away already,” she says, and I can see some of that earlier shyness creeping in as she averts her gaze.
A stupid grin spreads across my face and I walk backwards toward the field, aiming for the locker room just off to the left. Her eyes stay trained on me and my smile widens into this goofyass grin, but I don’t care. She returns my smile, throwing in a wave to rush me along.
“You’re going to be late,” she hollers, cupping her hands around her mouth.
I stop, getting an idea.To hell with it.I jog back to her, watching her eyes widen as I near, and before she can react, I slam my mouth against hers once more in a hard and fast kiss, stealing her breath away.
