Page 12 of Reckless Youth
The kiss didn’t slow down or wane but instead intensified as his fingers curled into my loose hair, tugging me and keeping me there with him. His movements were stealthy, as he somehow managed to lift me onto his lap, sitting back against the couch cushion with me straddling him like I was riding my horse, Abby.
With Sage’s hands under my butt, I lifted my own hands to his bare shoulders and squeezed, my fingers wandering down his arms, the crisp curly hair on his arm tickling me as I went.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. The building pressure between our legs grew and intensified. I knew he was excited because his breathing increased, and his length hardened under me, placing pressure where I ached for him. For something just out of reach.
Just as it had when I was with Cam, my panties grew wet and the throb intensified. Without even realizing it, I began to rut against his erection, seeking that elusive friction.
We moaned in unison as Sage’s hand burrowed underneath my shirt, sliding up my back as I arched into him, deepening our kiss, our tongues flicking and warring with one another. I couldn’t tell if we were being quiet or if our kissing was noisy, but we both grunted and groaned into each other’s mouths as we each sought pleasure from the other.
Over the previous winter, I’d become more self-aware and shall we say, developed a fondness for touching myself as I experimented with finding ways to get myself off. Sometimes at night, I’d slide my fingers through the wet, soft curls covering my lower lips and would wiggle them over the hardened nub of my clit until an explosion occurred.
Other times, I’d wake up with my pillow between my legs, clenching my thighs together and writhing in mindless need as I came, uncertain of what brought me to that state of arousal.
None of those experiences had prepared me for the feel of Sage bucking up against me. We were on a mission to learn how fast and how much pressure we could endure.
In one swift movement, Sage flipped me over onto my back and unhooked my bra. Wedged between my now open legs, one hand placed near my head, he hovered over me, staring into my eyes as he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts.
We’d seen each other naked when we were kids, darting through sprinklers and jumping into the lakes and river in the summertime. I’d even seen Cam’s naked butt once on a camping trip last year when he jumped out of his tent and ran to the edge of the woods in a crazed hurry to take a leak.
But this was the first time any boy would see my developed boobs. The first of anyone to touch me there and taste me.
His finger thrummed over my achingly hard nipple, eliciting a shooting spark response down below. I arched into him just at the same time he took the hardened peak into his mouth. He suckled and used the flat of his tongue to lick it, as his hand plumped the flesh, squeezing it and making me want to scream out in pleasure for more.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed something more, I just didn’t have the words for what it was, and having no clue how to ask for it. What I did know was that we had far too many clothes on between us.
“Sage, I need you to touch me…down there.”
He stopped playing with my nipple and stared at me wide-eyed as if trying to comprehend what I just said.
Sitting back on his heels, he began to unbutton his shorts.
“Take off your shorts and I’ll take off mine.”
The idea fear of getting caught with my parents right upstairs was nothing in comparison to the thrill that I’d have skin-to-skin contact with Sage. I was dying to feel Sage touch me where I needed him most.
As we wiggled out of our shorts, Sage glanced over at me and I shook my head, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
“Underwear stays on,” I giggled, suddenly uncertain about what we were doing together.
But all that worry disintegrated like ash as he laid us back down; he on his side with his back against the couch, one leg draped over mine as I tilted my body toward his. He pried my legs apart with his hand, sliding his fingers over my belly, to the underside of my breast, and then dipping down beneath my panties.
There are no words to describe how good it felt. The minute his finger pressed that hidden, forbidden spot, I nearly whimpered and trembled in release. I gasped loudly, hoping my parents didn’t hear me and come running down to investigate.
Our kisses turned to hungry, open-mouthed tongue-lashing kisses, as he probed and flicked my clit in the same manner with his finger. And when he slipped his finger inside me, the first time in my life something or someone breached that inner sanctum, his palm rubbed against my core and I shattered in a million, trillion bursts of starlight.
“Sage,” I cried out, my hand gripping hard at the ridge of his shoulder, hanging on for dear life.
Sage wasted no time at all, rolling on top of me and connecting us in the most intimate of positions. He thrusted against my pelvis, his hard erection pressing firmly in that sweet spot as my fingernails dug into his cotton-brief covered ass, searching for more.
More pressure.
More pleasure.
More Sage.
I imagined what it would feel like to be completely naked and connected, the heat between us. What it would feel like to have him inside me. It was with that thought that I moaned loudly, my legs shaking out another release that I had no idea even existed inside of me. At that same moment, Sage buried his head in my neck, his teeth latching on to my sensitive skin underneath my ear, and he stilled.
His body trembled uncontrollably as he let out a loud exhale of breath.
