“But only if you want me to.” I add.
Tightening her fists, they grip at my shirt so tightly that I could see her knuckles turning white.
“I mean, you totally don’t have to, and I understand completely if you—”
I’m cut off when her lips crash onto mine.
I’m taken aback at first, but then I melt into the kiss.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer to me. My heart pounds so hard against my chest, and my stomach flips with nerves.
We’ve kissed before, but this…this kiss feels different. It feels natural, almost like I should always be kissing her. And I don’t know how that makes me feel.
Nervous? Excited? Scared?
All the above?
The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. And I find myself pulling her even closer, fearing that if I didn’t have a tight hold on her, then she’d slip away.
Her hands snake into my hair, pulling at strands and when a moan escapes her lips, I become feral.
What is it about kissing her that I like so much? The way her lips feel against mine, it’s like they were made for me.
And why do we only ever kiss in private? The whole ruse of “fake” dating was to show the outside world that we were legitimately together—kissing, hugging, holding hands—that was all meant to be done to further prove our point, and wasn’t meant to be done in private where nobody could see us.
When we finally pull apart, both our breaths come out in harsh exhales, like we were fighting to get oxygen back into our lungs.
Licking my lips, my eyes glance down to her swollen lips, and all I wanted to do was claim them as mine again.
If kissing Lilly was the last thing I did before taking my final breath, I’d leave this world with my heart full.
“I want you to do it,” she whispers against my lips. “But I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“I’ve never actually—” pursing her lips, she lets out a nervous laugh. “I’ve never actually orgasmed from someone else before.”
I blink, then blink again.
She was with that dick for years and he didn’t once give her an orgasm?
“Kyle and I, we always skipped first base—unless it was me sucking him off,” she confesses. “And well, I’d always fake my orgasms when we had sex.”
Holy fuck.
“Well, that’s all about to change.” I grin.
She gives me a blank look. “You think you can give me an orgasm?”
“I’ve got a beautiful teacher who gave me step by step instructions on how to please a girl,” winking, I soothe my finger down the side of her neck. “And If you think for a second that I didn’t sit there for hours memorizing it all, then you’d be mistaken.”
And I decide in that moment that no matter what, she’s going to get the pleasure she deserves.
Every. Single. Fucking. Time.
Chapter 32
Lilly
