Page 35 of Finding Romance
“You want to come in. I can keep these at my place if you like,” he says as he holds up an armful of stuffed animals.
I giggle. “That would be great if you don’t mind,” I say.
Kasen unlocks his door and motions with a teddy bear for me to go inside. I step into his living room and he shuts the door, tossing the stuffed animals onto a nearby chair.
I stand in front of the sofa awkwardly, not sure what I should do.
“Want a drink?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say. Liquid courage might help here.
“Have a seat,” he says and he goes into his kitchen. I sit down on the edge of the sofa. I vaguely remember one high school date where we ended up back at the guy’s house and he kissed me and then tried to grope my boobs, and it was so weird and uncomfortable. He never called again after that night. Maybe I suck at making out.
“What’s that look for?” Kasen asks as he comes into the room carrying what looks like two glasses of whiskey.
He hands one to me and I take a sip. It’s the good stuff he had the other night. I decide to take it slow this time, so I don’t pass out on his couch again.
I set the drink on a coaster on his coffee table and look down at my hands in my lap. “I think…I might suck at making out,” I announce.
“I’m sorry, what?” he questions as he sets down his drink.
“I was just remembering a date from high school and I…well, things went really badly. What if I’m OK on the date and then…you know?” I try to explain but I can feel my cheeks heating from my very honest admission.
Kasen’s long finger presses under my chin, a touch I’m getting used to, hell, I sort of crave it. I don’t normally like people taking control, but for some reason, I’m alright when Kasen does.
“That was high school. We know you can kiss. So, what went wrong?” he asks, searching my eyes.
I let my eyelids fall shut. “I…he…it was just kind of uncomfortable. You know?” I stammer.
“I don’t. Use your words, little escape artist. Don’t hide,” he commands.
I open my eyes and look at him. “He sort of acted like my breasts were dials on an old radio,” I attempt to explain as I feel the heat intensify on my face.
“He was a dumb kid. That’s not how you turn a woman on, Piper,” he states as his hand cups my jaw.
I hold my breath because we are so close that I can see little flecks of green and yellow in his brown eyes.
“How should my date turn me on?” I say, barely audibly because I’m both turned on by just his proximity and also mortified to speak that thought out loud.
“Like this,” he says as he leans in and presses slow kisses to my neck, earlobe, jaw, and then finally my lips.
This time, I’m ready for his kiss and I let my lips fall open, welcoming his tongue against mine. The world melts away as I feel Kasen’s large hands on my thighs. Shit, I want them higher. I need to alleviate the pressure between my legs or I might go crazy. I squeeze them together, looking for relief.
“Oh, little escape artist. You can’t run from your needs. Come here, and I’ll show you how it’s done. I can most definitely teach you this,” he assures me as he pulls me onto his lap, my knees dropping to the sofa on either side of his spread thighs. My core presses to the bulge in his jeans, and God, that feels good.
His hand caresses just under my right breast while the other grips my ass, pressing me more tightly against his erection. How is he as turned on as I am? I don’t have time to think again as he starts kissing me, harder and with more need this time. It’s like he’s searching for the same thing I am. I feel myself grinding against him, but instead of feeling mortified, I feel, empowered.
“That’s right. Take what you need, baby,” he coos as his lips trail across my jaw. His left hand gently massages my breast and his thumb makes slow circles around my nipple. Fuck, that feels good.
“Good, making out is all about what feels good,” he explains, and I realize I just spoke out loud. I feel myself nearing orgasm. I’ve never done that with a man. One boy tried to feel me beneath my pants once, but his hand got caught in the zipper of my jeans and that ended the date. And just like guy number one, he never called again either.
“Stop thinking, Piper. Just feel.” Kasen’s voice brings me back to the present as his right hand cups my ass. I feel his hard length press against me as I grind, and fuck, I’m so close. Then suddenly his hand skims the hem of my pants. I freeze.
“We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want,” he says, not moving a muscle.
“No, it’s OK. That’s fine. I just…” I trail off because this time, I am embarrassed.
“Just keep rubbing yourself. Let yourself come. You need to learn to let go. This stuff is as much about you feeling good as your partner,” he explains as he releases the hem and instead presses his finger against my pants, right over my clit. I gasp at the sensation of feeling someone touch me there.
