“Getting there,” she said.
I did it again, making another deeper cross in the bite and held it there for as long as I could.
“And now?”
“Much better, thank you,” she said, but didn’t move off.
I didn’t move either and waited for her to give me some sort of sign or signal as to what I could do next. And when she leaned back the tiniest bit, I moved in closer. So close that my cock was almost touching her. The tips of my fingers felt on fire. They longed to be tracing her back right now, but that would be taking it too far . . .or would it?
I brushed her back with my finger tentatively. It could have been perceived as an accidental brush, or more, depending on what she was thinking. And when I saw the way her skin responded, the way her shoulders jerked up at the sensation, and then the way her breath came out in one sharp burst, I knew what she was thinking.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“I don’t . . .” Her voice was so breathy I could barely hear her. “I’m not supposed to be . . .” Her words said one thing, but her body said another. Still, I needed confirmation.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” I said softly into her ear.
She inhaled sharply and said the only words that I wanted to hear. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I ran my fingertips all the way down her spine until they reached the arch in her lower back. Her body tensed, as if readying herself for something, so I gave hersomething. I slowly dipped just the tip of my thumb under the waistband of her shorts. This tiny move felt like the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life. Nothing had ever turned me on more. Well, almost nothing, because when I dipped it in again and she moaned, I thought I was going to totally lose it.
I didn’t waste any time doing what I did next. I ran my hand from her back, to her side and then ran it round to the front of her, placing it on her stomach. I smiled. Her stomach was a little rounder now. It had been almost indented thirteen years ago, but I liked it way better now. I pulled her towards me, until her back pressed into my chest, her ass pressed against my hard cock and held her in place like that. I lowered my face to her neck and traced my rough skin on it. She moaned and pressed into me, giving me all the invitation I needed. I rested my chin on her shoulder and simply breathed her in for a blissful moment. She smelled amazing, even though there was no trace of that mystery scent from all those years ago. If this was going to happen, I was going to take my time with her. It was eleven o’clock now, and when morning came, I still wouldn’t be done with her. Not even vaguely.
I dragged my fingers around her belly button, fingertips barely touching her skin, but her reaction to it was powerful. She dropped her head back and moaned. My other hand went up to her T-shirt, and in one move I pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. And once I’d done that, I gripped her waist between both my hands. It was so small and petite. I remembered that so well. And my hands had grown, and like this, it felt as if I could wrap my hands round her entire waist. I tested that theory, moving my hands to her hips, stretching my fingers round them and pulling her back into me even more. She reacted by arching her back.
There were a few things I could do right now: I could run both my hands up her body and slip them over her breasts. I could run one down between her legs, cup her there, while the other sought out her nipples, which I was sure were hard. I could slip both my hands into her shorts. Use one to push her legs apart and the other to find the spot I wanted to start exploring for hours. But none of those felt right for this moment with her. Having her back to me wasn’t right either. I wanted to see her. I wanted to stare into her eyes and convey to her every single thing I’d been feeling for the last thirteen years. But as I started to turn her, she pulled away.
“Jesus! Shit. Okay!” She pushed herself away from me and stepped back.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not meant to be doing this.” She gestured to the space between us. “We can’t be doing this . . .can we?”
I was about to answer her, but she seemed to have started a conversation with herself.
“No, we can’t. No, especially not . . . him . . . no!”
“I’m here!” I held my hand up and she looked at me. She was not wearing her T-shirt, a fact that I think she hadn’t realized and, my God, her bra was completely see-through. The white mesh left little to the imagination, and her hard pink nipples pushed into the material, just screaming to be pulled into my mouth.
“What is wrong with you?” she suddenly asked in an accusatory tone.
“Sorry, what?”
“One minute you’re pressing my mosquito bite and the next you’re touching me and then we’re . . . This should not be happening.”
“I said you could tell me to stop whenever you wanted to.”
“I know! And I have! But that’s not the point, Max.”
“What’s the point?” I asked.
“The point is you’re making it so, so hard to say no and that’s not fair!”
I smiled at her, despite the fact that I could see she was currently battling some sort of internal war.
“Stop smiling at me like that!” she said.
