Page 15 of More Than a Friend
“Or we have a while until your ex brings them home.”
Ava’s eyes widen. “Right now?”
I shrug. “Why not? We have the time.”
I’m doing a fantastic job of acting like this isn’t bothering me. Like this is just another box on a checklist of things, like I want to get it over with so we can go back to normal.
I fear if we wait another two weeks, the anticipation would kill me.
“I haven’t shaved…” Ava blushes, and I can’t help the snort that escapes me.
“Sweetheart, I don’t care if you haven’t shaved. But if you’d rather wait?—”
“No!” Ava blurts. “I mean, today is good.” She wipes her hands on her thighs, looking around the room at everything but me.
She’s clearly not going to make the move, so I scoot over on the couch until our thighs are pressed together. I grip her chin and turn her face towards me, leaning in so our lips are almost touching.
I can feel her shaky exhale against my mouth.
“Can I kiss you, Ava?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
I can’t help but smile at her politeness.
Leaning in slowly, I wait for her to change her mind and pull away, but when she doesn’t, I close the remaining distance and press my lips to hers.
Her lips are like the softest rose petals, so pliant against my own. I linger for only a second, giving both of us time to process the fact we’re kissing.
I pull back, a puff of air leaving both of us as we pull apart, and Ava’s eyes flutter open, desire swirling in their hazel depths.
Then, she surges forward and kissesme.
This kiss isn’t soft or tentative, it’s urgent and needy and has me squeezing my thighs together.
Ava’s tongue swipes tentatively against my lips, like she’s nervous to deepen the kiss. I take the lead, opening up for her and letting her tongue caress my own.
I’ve had my fair share of first kisses in my life. I don’t even know how many peoples’ lips have touched mine, but this is by far the best kiss I’ve ever had.
It’s probably due to the fact I’ve been pining for her for over a decade, but I don’t let myself dwell on it too much.
Our angle is awkward and not sustainable for a lingering make out session, so I pull back. Ava’s mouth chases me, and I can’t contain the small, pleased smile tipping my lips. Hers are swollen and pink, and her breathing is heavy.
I did that to her.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Can we maneuver a little so we’re more comfortable?”
Ava nods. “Can… can I taste you, Sky? Please?”
“Are you sure you want to jump ahead to that?”
Ava nods again, this time more enthusiastically. “I really want to. Please.”
“Whatever you want.” My voice comes out huskier than I intend, and my pussy clenches at the thought of having Ava’s mouth on me.
Talk about a teenage dream.
Ava kneels on the floor between my legs and slowly helps me peel off my leggings and the thong underneath.
