“Mia, that kiss ... it’s been tormenting me ever since that night. So if that’s you being inexperienced and boring, bring it on, baby.”
She laughed, and the way her body moved over me ignited a deeper need. I tugged her head down to me and took her mouth, thrusting my tongue between her lips. Quinn moaned, snaking her hands around me neck and threading her fingers through my hair.
I moved my hands back to her hips, centering the heat between her legs over my aching dick. She arched her back, and I couldn’t help skimming my fingers under her shirt, desperate to touch warm, smooth skin. Boldly, I cupped her tits, only more eager when I realized that her bra cups were lace. I traced my thumbs around her hardened nipples and was rewarded by her throaty noise of approval.
Encouraged, I lowered my mouth to take one of those tempting peaks into my mouth, wetting the cotton of her shirt. Quinn pushed the back of my head closer, as though she was afraid I’d pull away too soon.
I’d just moved my mouth to her other nipple when the alarm on my telephone began to beep. With a groan of frustration, I let my head drop back.
“Fuck.” My cock was pulsing beneath Quinn’s core, and I would’ve given anything in the universe to strip off the clothes between us and thrust up into her. But the part of my brain still capable of rational thought remembered that I had to be home in ten minutes ... and that Quinn was a virgin. I didn’t have any doubt that we’d get there one day, but I knew I had to take care of her. Her first time wasn’t going to be some quick screw in my car. It had to be perfect. Special.
“Babe, I have to go.” I kissed her one more time. “I don’t want to, believe me, but I have to.”
“I know.” Quinn kissed my jaw, my neck ... if she kept it up, there was no way I’d be able to leave.
“You’re going to come to my game tomorrow night, right?”
“I always do.”
“I’d come pick you up in the morning, but I won’t be going home after school. We’ll just stay there, getting ready for the game.”
“Okay.” Sighing, she swung back over to her own seat. “Be careful driving to your house. I know you need to be there on time, but don’t speed or coast the stop signs.”
“Will do, babe.” I chucked her under the chin. “Same old Mia Quinn, taking care of me.”
“Always will, Leo.” She kissed my cheek, smiled and climbed out of the car. “Play a good game tomorrow night.” She closed the door and started up the driveway.
I rolled down my window and leaned out. “Quinn!”
She glanced back, still smiling.
“Come down to the field tomorrow night after my game, okay?”
Quinn hesitated, and I could see indecision warring on her face. Finally, she nodded.
“I’ll be there.”
