Her skin is so smooth right here. So warm.
“Ethan,” she moans.
I still, my hands freezing.
She wiggles. Or maybe that’s her hips grinding.
Her warm breath dusts along my earlobe. “Don’t stop,” she whispers.
My throat bobs. Am I hallucinating?
Moisture forms where her breath was a moment ago. I’m losing it. Imagining things that aren’t real.
Then a pinch. A nip. Teeth pulling on the delicate skin.
I definitely didn’t imagine that.
She wiggles again, moving her body. Now instead of leaning on me on her side, she faces me, kneeling in the space between my widened legs.
“Ethan…” she says quietly. She’s close enough that her whisper fans my face. She slides her hands up my torso, over my chest, snaking them around my neck. “I’m so tired of fighting this. Please tell me it’s not one-sided.”
Fuck…
My hand reaches for her, pulling her against me. Our foreheads press together as we share the same air.
“It’s not one-sided.” My hands dig into her hips, desperate to feel her closer. “Are you sure?” I ask. Three words that mean a hell of a lot more than what I’m asking.
Are you sure about this? Because we both know where this leads. We’re about to cross the line.
Her forehead moves against mine. “Yes.”
And it’s all the permission I need. I grip her firmly, readjusting us so she’s straddling me.
Her. Wrapped around me. There’s no better feeling.
I tip her chin up and start trailing my mouth down her neck. Her breath hitches, and she angles her head back, arching into me.
“Oh,” she breathes.
My hands glide up her neck and grab hold of her jaw as I finally let go of the last of my resolve.
Our mouths crash together. Lips parting, tongues plunging, moving together, completely in sync.
I thought my mind had warped the memory of our first kiss, making it better than reality. But I was wrong.
Nothing beats reality. Nothing beats her.
My hands slide under her shirt, around her lower back, wandering up and down in a feather-light exploration, before coming down and grabbing onto her perfect ass. I hold it firmly, my hands flexing over her rounded cheeks. I pull her closer, forcing her to press against my growing erection.
She moans into my mouth and voluntarily grinds down.
Two seconds of some light dry humping, and I’m ready to come in my pants. My body feels like a live wire. Everywhere she touches, everywhere she is, I spark.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” she breathes, pulling her lips off mine. “Why is it so good?”
I answer by kissing her again. Deeper. Harder.
She smiles against my mouth and starts tugging at my belt.
