Page 36 of Sweet Girl
My God, she tastes incredible.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this would be good. I thought about her far too often and fantasized about what it would be like to kiss her. Touch her. Bury myself inside her.
Okay, I may be getting a little ahead of myself. But fuck. Her breathy sounds make me hard as hell.
Things start off slowly. We sample one another’s tastes, our mouths meshing together as the momentum builds, climbing to a crescendo when I slide my tongue between her lips. She’s hesitant at first, a little stiff, and I feel her pull back slightly, but I restrain her with my hands on her hips. The only thing between us now are her skirt and my shorts, which are doing little to cover up the heat I feel between her legs.
I haven’t experienced a first kiss since I was seventeen, when I kissed Lyndsay for the first time behind the school library. Truth is, I don’t remember it being this hot. My body is instantly consumed with the need to get naked with Kylah. With that thought, I realize I need to back the fuck off and slow my roll before things get out of control. I’m supposed to be consoling her, not mauling her.
It should be easier than this to stop this crazy rollercoaster, but the sensation of her small hands gliding down my back, stopping just at the bottom of my shirt feels too good. She tentatively fiddles with the edge and then slides them underneath until she’s touching my bare skin. Every goddamn thought in my head freezes. Instead of doing the responsible thing and stepping back to give us space, I grab underneath her ass and pull her up in my arms in one swift motion.
“What are you doing?” she whispers against my mouth, her breath warm and intoxicating.
I growl as I move toward my bed. I know it’s a bad idea. Some level of common sense still remains in my brain, even though all the blood has driven south to my cock, which pleads with me to continue down this needy path of foreplay.
Despite the fact that my subconscious is telling me that this is not a good idea, I can’t manage enough strength to stop it.
I move toward my bed and when my knees hit the edge, I gently lay her down onto her back. Every muscle in my body tenses with anticipation as I look over her body. Her face is flushed a beautiful pink. Her wavy hair spills loosely across my pillow and I smile knowing that her scent will linger on my sheets long after she’s gone.
A shy smile curves across her lips as I watch her chest rise and fall, pushing against the fabric of her dress.
“I’ve dreamt about this so many times, but I never thought it would happen.”
Her hot and naughty confession is a huge turn on. My dick likes it. I like it.
I hover over her, my arms caging her in at her sides, as I dip my head to the crook of her neck. She’s so warm and smells so damn good. I place my lips underneath her ear and begin to suckle, gently at first. Her soft, sensual whimper nearly does me in. I drop my full weight onto her, my thigh nudging between her legs.
She’s wearing tights underneath her short dress, as my hand migrates down her hip to her thigh, tracing the thin material. I want to touch her everywhere, but want to feel her skin more than anything right now. I take possession of her mouth again, sliding my tongue inside as she lets out a lusty moan that vibrates right down to my cock.
Kissing Kylah is one of the most incredible things I’ve ever experienced. She’s so eager, sucking at my lips with lust and fervor. Responsive every time our tongues meet and tangle together.
Her eyes are closed but pop open the minute my hand slides underneath her skirt to the edge of her tights. I’m not above begging if I have to, because I’m dying to feel her. To slip my finger between her legs and inside her, unveiling how wet she is for me. I know we won’t go very far tonight. She’s not ready for that, and either am I for that matter. But I want nothing more than to fool around and continue making out with her. All night long if she’s willing.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, my lips sucking at hers.
I will stop if she says no. I’m not an animal, even though she brings out beastly instincts that I haven’t ever felt before. The intensity between us is so strong. Maybe it’s pent up sexual frustration because I haven’t been laid in months. Or maybe it’s just the pent up need for her. I’ve been dreaming about her since the day I met her. I tried stuffing those thoughts and images away all this time because they made me feel guilty. Like my mind was cheating on Lyndsay.
But she was the one who did the cheating. And now my dreams are coming true.
My thumb moves in a circular motion across the thin fabric of her tights as her hips cant in consent to my question.
“Yes.”
It’s now that I realize that whoever created tights was a sadistic bastard. They’re better at protecting a girl’s chastity than even the strongest of chastity belts. As I grunt and groan against the obnoxious material, we both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Kylah tries to help by lifting her hips, as I sit up on my knees and yank them down her legs.
My entire body is hot and needy with anticipation, my heart rate skyrocketing with excitement as I slip them off her feet and throw them on the floor behind me. I return my attention to her smooth legs, sliding my knuckles up her inner thighs. She trembles under my exploration and my eyes roam from my hands up to her face. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
Kylah’s dress is bunched up at her belly, exposing her navel and the soft expanse of her stomach. Her mouth is parted in a slight ‘O’, head tilted to the side of my pillow, eyes shut as if she’s trying to control her body’s response. I am so turned on by the knowledge that I’m turningheron. And it only prompts me to move faster. To find out how wet she is.
Before I go any further, though, I want to make sure this is what she wants. I don’t want any question because I know, without a doubt, this will ruin our friendship. Even if we don’t have sex tonight, the heat between us is too hot to ever return to just friends.
My gaze floats down the length of her body to her panties. They’re a light pink, with a satiny trim and a bow at the top. Sweet and sexy. Her legs are pressed together, primly. Uncertain. Bashful.
I kneel on the bed and lay down facing her, placing kisses along her jawline as her eyes flutter open. My hand briefly cups her cheek, caressing her softly. Slowly, but assuredly, my hand treks down her chin, neck, and then glides over her breast. She inhales deeply, her boobs arching toward the ceiling, fitting perfectly into the palm of my hand. I squeeze gently, my thumb brushing over the soft cotton fabric covering her erect nipple. My mouth waters to taste her there.
But I don’t want to make any sudden moves and undressing her would definitely freak her the hell out. It’s better to keep things this way. By keeping her tits covered, it will prevent me from taking advantage of our situation. Taking advantage of her. I don’t trust myself right now, so slower is better. Even if it might kill me.
She squirms under my touch and I smile with anticipation, knowing exactly how much more restless she’ll become once I slide my fingers inside her body. I nearly groan at the vision.
