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I press my lips to hers, and she exhales deeply. I breathe it in. I breathe her in, taking her lips and her body in mine as I wrap my arms around her. I can hear everyone go inside, their quiet footsteps on the deck as they give us space.
Her lips are warm and soft, even though the rest of her is cold. I kiss her until her body trembles, and I'm not sure if it’s from the crisp air or her need. Her chilled hands go up to my shoulders, squeezing me tight.
"Let's go inside," I mumble against her lips, pulling back enough so I can see the look in her eyes. They're wide, wondrous, a little hesitant, and a whole lot turned on. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I want to." She grips the front of my shirt, pulling on me. As if she wants to touch every inch of me. Like she can't get enough.
I kiss her once more and pull her inside. No one is on the main level, and I'm assuming they all went downstairs to hang out. We should go down there with them. I trust my friends more than I trust my sister. I know she's had a crush on Flynn forever. I'll cut his nuts off if he ever does anything with her. I’d be pissed if she did anything with any of my friends for that matter. She’s too good for them.
I pull Luna through the house and down the hallway, not even bothering to take off our shoes. The wet soles seep into the carpet, leaving dark footprints. We end up in my room, and I shut the door behind us. Suddenly it's quiet, so quiet the only thing I can hear is the heavy breathing of both Luna and me. I walk up to her, lifting the ballerina slippers from her neck, holding them between my fingers. I have yet to see her take this off. Every time I see her, she's wearing the necklace.
She brings her hands to the front of her coat, sliding it off her arms and drops it to pool at her feet. She grabs her dress around her waist, bunching it with her hands. She keeps bunching more and more of her dress, until the hem brushes the tops of her thighs. Her bare thighs are pale, and her brown boots click together as her knees tremble. She glances up at me through her long dark eyelashes as dark as her hair that brushes against her pale cheeks, tinged pink from the cold.
She's asking for permission.
I take a step toward her, slamming my mouth to hers and grab her dress between my fingers. I squeeze the soft fabric, bringing my hands around to the small of her back, pulling the dress with me so it stretches taut against her front. It raises a bit, showing off a sliver of her panties.
She lets out a sigh against my lips. "I want to touch you."
I swallow, not sure how far I should take this or how far she wants to go, but my strength is only so strong when it comes to her. I bring my hands underneath her thighs, lifting her into my arms and walk to my bed. Once my thighs are against my bed, I drop her, and she falls onto her back, her hair and dress splaying out around her.
I climb on top of her, pressing every inch of my body against hers. She grabs onto my hair, pulling me to her. I kiss her, licking against her lips and into her mouth. My hand drops to her shoulder, and I trail my fingers down her side. They dip and swell, her newfound curves giving her hips that she's never had before.
Once my hands brush her bare thigh, I move up, bringing her dress with my hand until it's bunched around her waist. She snakes her hands between us, grappling at the hem of my shirt and inching it toward my head. I push myself up, grabbing the fabric behind my head and pulling the shirt off in one yank.
Her hands plant on my chest. Gone are her cold fingers and now they are warm, burning as they press against my chest. She trails her fingers around, testing the boundaries and feeling me intimately for the first time. We've touched each other before, obviously, but never like this. It’s like we wanted to search each other's hearts and souls to find the sole purpose for us being together first.
There has to be a reason, right?
There has to be a reason for us to have this infinite need to be in each other's presence. It's grown over time from playing with each other as children, doing simplistic things like playing in the water or riding our bikes to the park, to touching each other. To kissing each other. My rough fingers against her soft skin. Her bruised feet from ballet tangling with mine.
Her lips constantly pressing against mine.
We are an undeniable hunger that cannot be sated.
My fingers brush her panties, and I swipe against damp fabric. It's then I notice her scent in the air, swirling through my nose, and I grow impossibly hard, my erection painfully straining against the zipper of my jeans.
I grunt. No amount of jacking off would take away the swelling of my cock whenever I'm near Luna.
Luna's hands trail down my back, ending at my waist. Her fingers tentatively brush underneath the waistband of my underwear, her curious fingers scraping against the muscle where my ass meets my back.
Her fingers dance around my waist, moving to the front of my jeans. She plays with my button, flicking it a few times with her finger until I feel it loosen, and then the distinct sound of my zipper lowering.
"What're you…?" I move away from her lips, looking down at her in shock. She's not ready to have sex, whether or not she's high as a kite right now. I'm not taking her virginity with her best friend in the other room and my friends downstairs. When my parents could be home at any time.
"I just want to touch you," she moans, lifting her hips against my hand until my fingers swipe against wetness again. She tucks her hand beneath my boxers, and her fingers wrap around my erection, solid and hard as a rock.
Luna sucks in a breath. "It's… smooth, and… warm." Her fingers brush up and down the length, figuring out what feels good and what doesn't.
I bring a hand down, shoving my pants just below my ass, enough where my erection can spring free. It slaps against my stomach. Luna looks down, transfixed and in awe as she watches her hand move against the soft skin.
I have to hold my breath, so I don't ejaculate like a fucking child.
I snake my hand between her thighs, pressing against the wetness a little bolder this time, rubbing her over the panties. She likes this, I realize, as she gives my erection a tight squeeze. Her hands are shaky as I continue to rub her, and the wet spot on her panties grows larger, until most of the fabric is translucent. Her pale pink panties against the dampness become see-through, and I can see her naked slit through the fabric.
I bring my fingers up, curling them around the hem of her panties and pull them down over her thighs. They rock back and forth on her ankle, and she kicks her foot, flinging them to the floor.
Then her bottom half is on display, naked for me for the first time ever. I sit up, my erection sliding out of her hand as I try to get a better look.
