Page 30 of You & Me: Part One

“Ok . . . ok . . . Dis . . . Disneyland!!”

“I knew it!” He exclaims, so proud of himself.

The tickling has stopped and now his legs are straddling my hips as I lay below him. Things suddenly feel a bit more serious as he stares at me from above.

“When was the last time you were there?” He asks as he takes my hands and threads his fingers through mine.

Shyly, I just shake my head from side to side twice.

Now he does get very serious and lets go of my hands as he leans forward and rests on his forearms so he can hover above me while our legs intertwine.

“Gracie, I get to take you to Disneyland for your first time? That is so fucking cool.”

As he says these words his eyes are locked on mine and I just nod my yes to his statement.

“Hey Gracie, I’m going to . . .”

I interrupt him. “Kiss me, Georgia.”

“See you can read my mind too. Now, come here.”

He leans in and our kiss starts soft and slow. He kisses the corners of my mouth and then his tongue lightly brushes across my lips before he actually kisses me. I feel like with each kiss I fall deeper and deeper under his spell. Eventually, his weight falls to my side and he’s half laying on me with his leg over me. As he continues to kiss me, his hand slips just barley under my tank and the feel of his skin on mine is electric. As his hand goes higher our kiss gets more intense and then much to my dismay he pulls away from me.

He climbs over me, stands up and offers me his hand. I can’t help but notice what I was just feeling push into my side is now at eye level and it’s clear I’m not the only one that’s hot and bothered. Once I’m up he pulls a repeat of earlier this afternoon and picks me up so that my legs instantly go around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom with his lips never leaving mine.

“I think this may be more comfortable than that tiny couch,” he says as he pulls the covers back with me still attached to him.

He lays me down horizontally on the bed in the moonlight drenched room while I’m still attached to him. This means he he has to come onto the bed with me, much to my delight. The kisses continue at a rapid pace and our breathing is becoming heavy and loud. I want more of him, fuck, I think I want all of him. As this thought crosses my mind, I start pulling at the back of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He grabs it and throws it aside.

He’s so fucking hot. He’s built and strong and has just enough hair on his chest to be sexy. I can’t help but run my hands all over his chest, over his shoulders and across his back.

“Your turn,” he says but waits a beat while he looks in my eyes to make sure it’s okay.

I lift my arms to signal that I am okay with it and in two seconds my tank is off of me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he lays a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck and to the swell of my breast. He takes gentle bites at my nipples through the lace of my red bra, but it’s not enough.

“Please take it off, Jonathan,” I say to let him know I am ready to go further. Just in case he’s still trying to be gentlemanly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

My bra is off just as fast as my tank.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He says as he takes one nipple into his mouth then lets it go and circles his tongue around it before gently taking a little bite of it.

He’s back up to my mouth for just a moment before he leaves and pays the same special attention to the other nipple.

“I believe in equal treatment in all things,” he says as he rejoins our lips.

“Good to know,” I mumble between our kisses.

He scoots off of me and then stands on the side of the bed and gently tugs me by the legs and scoots me to the edge. He starts to unbutton my jeans but stops and says, “If you want to stop that’s okay, just tell me.”

“Jonathan, please don’t stop. I want this.”

When he hears my reply an almost wild growl escapes him and my jeans are off before I know it and I am left in only my red lace underwear that match my now missing bra.

As I lay before him he takes his shorts off and stands before me in just his black boxer briefs. He is quite the specimen and I cannot believe he’s mine for the taking.

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