Page 68 of His Reckless Freshman

Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, I then release her and walk over to the edge of the bed. “We don’t have to do anything yet. We can watch a movie first or something.”

“No, that’s… let’s…” Whipping off her sweater, she throws it on the floor, then slips off her shoes and marches toward me, this determined look on her face.

Grabbing my cheeks, she stretches up and plants her lips on mine. The move is so aggressively determined that I nearly laugh into her mouth, but her tongue dives in before I can make a sound and my arms automatically circle around her.

Lifting her off her feet, I nestle into the kiss and feel her start to relax.

As the heat between us intensifies, I set her back down and let my hands roam, just like they did the other night.

She makes that moan again, and I let instinct take over. Squeezing her waist, I trail my hands over her butt cheeks and give them a tender feel before moving up her body and cupping her breasts again. She’s small, and my hands feel huge against her.

“Yes,” she moans, tipping her head back and moving away from me so I can have better access.

I wonder if I should move us to the bed, but her eyes are closed and she’s lost in the moment, so I just go with it, unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor at our feet.

I’m sucking her tits before I know it, and yep, they’re just as sweet as they were last time. Her fingers dive into my hair, fisting a clump at the back, and I can sense her confidence growing. This isn’t so new this time, and she’s loving it.

She groans again, and I smile against her skin. “You like this?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Do you want me to…?” I start working my lips farther south, then drop to my knees so I can paint a ring around her belly button with my tongue.

She sucks in a breath, her hands sliding to my shoulders when she opens her eyes and gazes down at me.

I pull away to stare back up at her. “Talk to me.” It’s a gentle command, but she obeys it quickly.

“I want to try. I want… you to touch me.” Biting her lip, she reaches for the tie of her pants and pulls it loose.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, looking anything but sure as she steps away from me and drops her pants. She’s wearing a pair of white cotton briefs, and she hesitates before reaching for the waistband.

“You can leave those on if you want. I can touch you over the fabric. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

Her relief is obvious, her smile sweet and tentative.

Rising to my feet, I tip my head toward the bed, and we climb onto it together.

“Just relax,” I remind her as she nestles her head into the pillow.

I start by kissing her lips again, resting my hand on her hip and letting her melt beside me. Her right leg starts to rise and I can feel her body getting ready for more, so I trail kisses down to her neck and over her collarbone. I’m soon kissing her breasts again, and that’s when I start to stroke her.

Just over her cotton panties. A light, delicate touch that tickles her clit.

“Oh.”

I glance up and watch her blink. She’s not looking at me; she’s staring at the ceiling like it might have all the answers. I stroke her again and her lips part, her eyes fluttering closed.

Yeah, she likes that.

It’s impossible not to smile as I press my lips against her skin once more.

“This feel okay?” I murmur.

“Yes,” she squeaks, and I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking with a little more force and loving the moan that oozes out of her.

She’s fisting my hair again, and I can feel her energy sizzling.