Page 56 of Brick Wall
I silently pat the cushion right in front of me, and Annie thankfully sits close, near my chest. I wrap a hand around her waist, and she reflexively slides back a little, her ass cozying up to me.
Fuck, now this feels good. I’m glad I sprung for the extra wide black suede couch because I love Annie next to me like this.
“Do you want to watch something?” I ask, and then I hand her the remote when she says yes.
She flicks through the channels and stops when she noticesDirty Dancingis playing. The two people are dancing on a log, and she leaves it on.
“This okay?” she asks.
Honestly, I’d watch anything she wanted right now. I don’t care. I’m happy.
The two characters on the screen move their training into the water to practice their famous lift.
“You know this summer was a missed opportunity for us,” Annie teasingly says.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, we should have practiced this lift in the water at the camp.”
“So I could drop you in the water a dozen times?” I tease back.
“You wouldn’t dare!” She lightly swats me on the arm, but before she’s able to pull away, I grab her wrist and pull her closer to me, pinning her against me.
There’s mischief in her eyes, and a hint of something else I can’t quite place.
Annie takes her free hand, and before I can grab it, she tickles me under my armpit. I immediately squirm and loosen my grip on her, and she easily breaks free from me and howls in carefree laughter.
“Think that’s funny?” I ask.
“No.” But the huge grin on her face says otherwise.
“Maybe I need to give you a lesson.” I gently push her, and she falls straight back with no fight to her. Her feet are still hanging off my couch, but I climb over her upper body, our faces inches apart.
Our eyes lock together, with neither of us looking away. I thought I’d see a hint of playfulness there, but all I see instead is arousal and desire.
For.
Me.
At least I think so. I need to test my theory. I dip my head lower and brush a series of light kisses along her jaw. Annie closes her eyes and lets out a little whimper.
I take my time, trailing kisses until my lips find hers. Our kiss is tender and slow at first, and my body is throbbing for more.
I beg her with my tongue, and she parts her mouth open for me. I dip my tongue to discover her warm mouth, exploring and enjoying her. The kiss is now the opposite of soft and sweet. It’s fast and frenzied, and I can’t get enough. Our hands are all over each other, exploring and doing whatever they please.
My heart is racing, but now my mind is racing too. Shit. Am I moving too fast?
What is that rule when it comes to sex? Was it date three or five? Shit. I don’t know. Maybe I should have asked Cal that question too, although he’d probably tell me it doesn’t matter. Just go at your own pace and do what you both want.
I need to get out of my own head. I shake off my nerves, and drop down to my knees in front of her.
“Fuck.” I barely hear her murmur.
I look directly into her darkened eyes. “This okay?”
“Mhmmm,” she hums and the sound spreads directly to my dick.
My thick fingers glide to the top button of her jeans, and I fumble for a second with it until the button snaps open for me. I slowly draw down her pants until only her red panties remain and take a minute to enjoy the view.
