Page 48 of Your Kiss Is On My List

“See you tomorrow and… have fun.” I can feel his wink and a laugh slides past my trepidation.

“Looks like you need to get to bed early,” Maria says while Dani’s dad frowns. He still doesn’t like the idea of us sleeping together. He doesn’t have to say it for me to know it and I get it—but it’s not going to fucking stop me because she’s an adult, a grown woman. If I can wrap my head around that, then he’ll have to do it too.

Once we close the door behind us in our attic room, some of the tension about getting stuck her disappears and I grin.

“Don’t look so happy about a snow storm,” she says, her voice teasing me. “Aren’t you worried about getting home late?” She backs me against the closed door and my arms go around her, pulling her against my ready erection—seems always ready when I’m with her.

“I’m not worried. It won’t be the first time I had to get up in the middle of the night to get somewhere I had to be. Won’t be the last.”

“Good. Because I’ve been thinking.” She kisses me in between her words, small intimate kisses in all the places that I never knew would excite me, that never did before, on my chin, my jaw, my eyelid, my temple. The scent of her, her warm breath, her soft lips are like a magic concoction disconnecting my brain, disengaging me from the real world and reducing the universe down to just the two of us here and now.

“What have you been thinking?” I whisper, my mouth capturing hers. She talks into my kiss and I swallow her words as I listen to them.

“I want you to pop my cherry tonight.” My whole body convulses with pleasure and shock, her words and their meaning making me dizzy with need.

“How—”

“We do it in the shower. No worries about—” I don’t give her a chance to say it and clamp my mouth over hers in a ravenous kiss, a world-stopping kiss, the kind of kiss that makes everything else not us, not in this embrace, go away and disappear.

We waste no time stripping and I don’t argue with her idea, should have thought of it myself if I were thinking. She puts her hair up and stands before me just outside of the shower in all her buff glory and I take a moment to stare, to take her in and thank my lucky stars—the big dipper—that I have her, that we have this moment.

“What are you looking at?” she says, moving her hands over herself, pushing her breasts together to tease me, to get me more aroused than I’ve ever been just looking at a naked woman.

“You know you’re sexy as fuck, don’t you?”

“I could say the same about you—but I don’t swear.” She reaches out and fists my hard as fuck cock.

“Shit. Not so fast, baby doll.”

“You know I have a little orgasm inside every time you call me that,” she says, leaning into me, her warm silky skin meeting mine, electrifying me, shocking every nerve ending. I lift her off the ground, squeezing her to me and bring her into the shower. I slip a foil packet onto the ledge.

“No need to turn the water on. Not yet,” I say. I’m still holding her in my arms and I back her against the tile wall. She wraps her legs around me.

“You feel so good,” her voice shakes, her breathing uneven and I can feel the heat and moisture of her pussy against my cock the way she has her legs wrapped so tightly, where I’m holding her. Shit. She squirms and I jerk.

“Put one leg on the floor, babe.” She does as I say and I bend my knees, holding one of her legs so that we’re lined up. But I cup her with my hand because she needs to be ready though I can feel her trembling and needy. “God you’re so wet and hot.” My fingers dance around her clit and she arches herself into me.

“Trey, I want you inside me—I know you want to be slow and gentle but—”

“No buts.” I cover her mouth with mine and I put a finger deep inside, as deep as it’ll go until I feel resistance, then I curl them and press hard on that spot I know is there. She jumps and moans into my mouth and I thumb her clit as she moves her hips pressing into me, vibrating with tension until she collapses and I catch her as she convulses in a pulsating orgasm around my fingers, honey flowing and body hot and embracing me, holding onto me like I’m her universe.

I kiss her flushed face watch the expression go from anguished joy to impossible satisfaction and hold on to her, hold onto my self-control because I want this for her so much. Leaning against her, against the wall, we still for a minute, our heavy breathing echoing in the small space.

“Trey, I want more—”

“Don’t worry, baby. That’s just the warm up. I wanted you to be ready.”

“I’m so ready. I want you inside me more than I’ve wanted anything.” I hold my cock and rub it along her pussy, sucking in a breath at the sensation. “Sooo ready.” Her arms clamp around my waste and I reach up to take the foil packet off the ledge. I rip it open with my teeth and remove it as she watches me, her eyes glassy, her lips slightly parted and nothing but hot anticipation written all over her face. I move back from her and roll the condom on my stiff as a pipe cock while she watches, caressing my chest, keeping her hands on me like she owns me. Then I lift her and press her against the wall, lining us up and she moans as I rub my cock against her opening, testing.

She tightens her legs around me, pulling herself close, forcing my cock deeper, but I hold back, pulling out and giving us some room.

“Trey, please…” she begs me, her voice a whisper of need and I’ve never heard anything so sexy, so arousing in my entire fucking life. Holding my cock, I rub and push again and she sucks in a breath, closing in around me, taking me into her heat and then suddenly stopping, a strangled noise coming from her throat.

“You okay, baby—”

“I’m fine—I’m good—great. Please, Trey, don’t stop.” She desperately holds herself to me, pushing me inside her and I glide all the way bit, by bit until I’m buried deep inside with her tight walls clenching around me. I stop, breathing hard, just to feel where I am, where we are, to hold onto the moment. But the heat of her around me makes my cock demand attention and it jerks and I slide back, shuddering at the exquisite sensuality of the motion.

The tension I hadn’t realized she’d been holding releases and when I glide back inside her, she moans.