Page 40 of Sweet Girl
Well, crap...now my insides turn molten, the flames of desire flickering low in my belly as I imagine straddling his nakedness. I’m embarrassed that I’m thinking these naughty thoughts, because he seems totally unfazed by me. I give him a sidelong glance and find that his eyes aren’t even on the screen either – he’s staring at me.
And whoa. His eyes burn with an unleashed intensity that sears through me.
Before I know it, he turns his head toward me, grasping the side of my neck to pull me into him, his lips locking with mine. My lips immediately open, granting him access as his tongue penetrates my mouth. He devours me like he’s starving. And I’m more than a little hungry for more of him, too.
My hands tug at the bottom of his T-shirt, as I slide them underneath, splaying my fingers wide on his torso, which I ascend like a mountain. I wish I could describe the terrain of his abs. Peaks and valleys that are waiting for me to traverse them. I move my hand further north, because if I follow the little treasure map south, I’ll surely land somewhere I probably shouldn’t go at the moment. So I continue my journey up where I end up smoothing my hands over his pecs, brushing the curly swatch of chest hair in the center.
I feel, more than see, Van pushing the laptop off his legs to the side of the bed, as his hands reach around to grasp me at my hips, yanking me up over his lap. I straddle him, his erection pressing up into my heat. This is the first time I’ve ever sat atop a boy, but my body instinctively knows what it wants and what to do.
Our lips continue to mesh and mold together, as we suck and kiss at each other, craving closeness. The grasp he has on my ass tightens, as he squeezes my butt cheeks, drawing me against him hard so I’m rocking and punching my pelvis in sharp orchestrations. My body comes alive under the movements, tiny sparks of heat the first signs of the fire building low in my belly.
My sex aches for more contact – more friction from him. My body wants to be filled by him and craves the kind of release its never had before.
Van releases me from his grip and pulls back, looking me in the eye expectantly. I have no idea what he’s about to say. And I’m floored when he speaks.
“I want to see you naked...I want to touch you. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says, his voice raspy like he’s been chain smoking. “I just need to feel you. I’m dying here.”
Yes, yes, yes.
I’d do anything for Van right now.
While I’m not sure how comfortable I am being totally naked in front of him, I also don’t want to seem like a prude or a Nervous Nelly.
Instead of responding verbally, I grab hold of the dress sleeves and yank my arms up and out before I can second guess myself. I’m momentarily blinded as I slip it over my head. When I finally meet Van’s eyes again, they are darkened with lust and I can feel their heat as he peruses over my skin. Thanks to Kady’s help, I’m wearing a matching pink panty and bra set, with the clasp in the front.
I take a fortifying breath and reach to undo the clasp, but Van’s quick reflexes stop me. I shoot my eyes to his and he gives me a sly smile, shaking his head.
“Let me.”
Oh, okay.
His hands have a slight tremble, which is so endearing, as they fumble a little, but get it unfastened in relatively short order. With the flick of the clasp, the cups fall open, my boobs spill out in front of Van’s face. It takes every bit of confidence I have to keep my hands from covering up my chest. But one glance into his eyes – the dark spheres that are hazy with appreciation and lust – and I capitulate.
My nipples harden as both his hands reach underneath to palm my breasts, squeezing them with reverence. I just about die from pleasure. His fingers – a little rough with calluses – scrape over my highly sensitive nipples and my body convulses in shivers. I feel so wanton as he kneads my flesh, bringing one nipple into his mouth to suck.
Holy cow...I never knew my nipples were so sensitive. Ripples of pleasure run through my back and down spine, hitting me square in my throbbing clit. I roll my hips forward, which only intensifies the feeling when he sucks my breast farther into his mouth.
His wet tongue flicks the small orb, as his other hand continues squeezing and playing with my other breast. We both moan in unison. His erection twitches between my legs, so I begin to move faster without much grace or finesse. I’m trying to chase this achy, throbbing feeling away with every forceful connection between us.
All of a sudden, I’m consumed with the need to feel my skin against his. I grab a fistful of his shirt and yank it up, unintentionally breaking the connection he has with my breast. He jerks his arms out of the sleeves and I whip it over my shoulder, as he resumes his devotion of my breasts. His body is bowed over me and I bend backwards, his arm slung solidly around my waist to keep me from falling, while allowing him room to devour me.
Due to the friction between us, I’m close to falling in another way. Over the edge of oblivion. I’m close to that precipice and don’t quite know if I should continue. I’m worried that he’ll expect sex, and I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for that quite yet. But I’m scared to say anything. I don’t even know what I’d say or how to communicate what I want and where the line is drawn.
Instead, I run my hand between our bodies, pressing against his bulge and fingering the elastic waistband of his shorts, hoping he’ll get the picture. His eyes widen in confirmation, yet he may not understand my full intent.
So I bite the bullet and spit it out.
“Can we...um, can we leave my underwear on?”
He agrees without saying a word. With no preamble, Van flips me over and pulling down his shorts in one smooth move. I’m actually a little shocked by his stealthy-fast moves as I land on my back, legs spread eagle, as he wedges himself on top of me. The warmth of his skin touching mine is exquisite, like the tropical trade winds of Hawaii licking over my body.
It’s then that he aligns himself to my center, and his steely cock gliding against my cleft as I shiver from the pleasure. If it feels this amazing through the protective barrier of my underwear, I wonder what it will feel like when there’s nothing between us? Just the thought alone has me reconsidering my decision. But this feels great, too. My body is certainly ready for him to make a woman of me, but my heart and brain are a bit more hesitant.
One step at a time.
Van bends down and kisses me hotly, groaning feverishly into my mouth, as he continues to bump and grind on top of me, each time drawing out an erotic grunt. God, it’s so sexy. He’s so sexy.
I reach for his butt, taking hold of his muscular ass and pushing him harder into my center. Apparently I need it harder and faster because I’m almost there. He changes tactics, as his lips leave my mouth and move to my neck, sucking at the tendon below my earlobe, causing even hotter sensations to spiral and swirl between my legs.
