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Heat climbs up my neck, because that one time...I did. And I’ve been struggling not to do it again for weeks now.
“You have,” he says with a grin. “Haven’t you?”
I can’t believe he’s asking me this. I can barely admit it to myself, much less discuss it with someone. “Of course not.”
“You’ve never once touched yourself, thinking about that day in the supply closet. Or the library.”
I flinch. I’m so uncomfortable I can barely breathe. “Only once. After that day in the hallway.”
“The way your nipple hardened under my hand…” He shakes his head, then he turns to face me, placing his hand on my rib cage. I know what he’s going to do, and I don’t stop him. His thumb rubs across my nipple, then goes to the neckline and slides beneath it, his palm calloused and perfect as it moves over my skin.
He swallows. “Jesus. No bra.”
“It’s the dress,” I say. “I couldn’t—”
“I know,” he says, cutting me off. “It’s just hot. I wasn’t expecting it.”
He pinches my nipple, a sharp bite of pain and pleasure at once, and then he pulls my mouth to his, capturing my breath and making it his own.
His hand is still inside my dress. As scared as I am that we’ll go too far, or get caught, I don’t want this to stop. I want to keep sinking to whatever depth he’s dragging me to.
His kisses grow harder and more urgent. His erection presses against my leg, and I should stop him now, but I don’t. He pushes me flat on the bed and climbs above me. He pulls up my dress, and his fingers press to the outside of my underwear.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
It’s an out—a moment for me to stop this and tell him I’m not ready, to remind him of the vows I’ve made.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What about this?” he asks, sliding his index finger under the panties’ seam, then running it along my core.
I gasp as I arch toward his hand, and it’s all the answer he needs. His mouth descends as his fingers continue to circle.
I’ve always wondered how Adam and Eve knew what to do, how animals know, but as my hands fumble clumsily with his zipper...it’s instinct.
I still plan to wait for marriage. But instinct pushes me to come as close to that as I can. Already, my legs are opening to bring him nearer.
He gasps against my neck when I wrap my hand around him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to guide him into me. My body screams at me to do it. But he’ll have to settle for my hands tonight, I guess...and that comes less naturally.
“How do I—?”
“Grip it,” he says, wrapping his hand hard around mine. “You’re not going to break it.”
When I obey, he muffles his groan against my mouth. His fingers move faster, and I match his pace with my hand, sliding him through my tight fist.
Pleasure coils deep inside me, then every muscle I possess seems to tighten at once. “Cover my mouth,” I beg and the moment he does, I let go, my jaw locked with the effort not to call out his name.
“Oh God,” he whispers. “Shit.”
He lunges upward, barely missing my dress as he starts to come on my chest and neck.
I’m still catching my breath when his eyes finally open.
“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know where to—”
To my surprise, I laugh. “I know.” I glance down to where he’s painted a trail of fluid over my skin.
“Here,” he says, pulling his T-shirt overhead to clean me up.
