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“Are you okay?” he asked, lips moving to my neck as he pushed me deeper into the mattress, hips rocking in perfect synchrony with mine. “Is this okay?”
“You know it is,” I breathed, fisting his hair while I rubbed myself against him. “Start touching me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
DRUNKEN FUMBLES
Hugh
OCTOBER 31, 2002
ROLLING ME ONTO MY BACK, LIZ STRADDLED MY HIPS AND KISSED ME WITH A DESPERation that matched mine. Too drunk to care about my erection Iknewwas digging into her, I threw caution to the wind andenjoyedthe moment.
I didn’t slam the brakes as she peeled the straps of her dungarees down her arms, and I didn’t protest when she whipped her green shirt off, either.
When she momentarily climbed off my lap to remove her dungarees, I reveled in the glorious view, and when she took my hands in hers and pressed them to her glorious tits, I died and went to heaven.
Because she was perfect.
Honest to God, this girl was heaven on earth to me.
Unable to stop myself, I let my eyes rake over her full, perky tits and gorgeous rose-tipped nipples that seemed to strain toward me. Releasing a groan of arousal, I gently traced the swell of her breasts before moving to her nipples. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I want you so bad,” my girlfriend moaned, hips bucking wildly on top of me, while she pushed at my hands. “Touch me everywhere.”
Happy to oblige, I flipped her onto her back and moved between her thighs. “We’re not having sex,” I declared, words slurred as I hitched her thigh around my waist. The move causedour bodies to align in the most primal of ways and both of us to moan in pleasure. “Just touching.”
“Fine, fine, whatever you want,” Liz moaned, digging her nails into my back. “Just don’t stop.”
“Feel me?”
“I feel you, Hugh.”
“That’s how much I want you.”
“Really?”
The alcohol flowing through my bloodstream allowed me to be achingly vulnerable with her. “I want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too.”
“I’m just waiting,” I admitted, straining against her. “We agreed your sixteenth.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long, Hugh.”
Neither do I.
Shivering, I covered her breasts with my hands at the same time I covered her lips with mine. Jesus, she was perfect.
Drunk or not, I had the mental capacity to know this girl was my entire world and if I ever did something she wasn’t ready for, I honestly wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
What that prick did to her sister was always in the back of my mind, and I think Grandad’s whiskey had finally forced me to acknowledge it was the driving factor behind my standoffish approach to intimacy.
“It’s okay,” Liz encouraged, seeming to hear my thoughts aloud as she pushed my head downward. “Iwantyour touch.”
Kissing a trail from her lips to her neck and then her collarbone, I slowly made the descent down her body until my tongue circled one of her pebbled nipples.
