"Joel." She tugs at my t-shirt. "Please."
My cock begs me to keep going, to get her naked on the dirty path, writhing under me.
But my cock is going to have to wait.
I kiss her hard and deep. One more brush of my hands, one more push towards the edge, then I pull my hand to my side.
I step back.
Bella bites her lip. She digs her nails into her outer thigh.
Her face is flushed. She's panting.
She stares at me, that make me come plea in her eyes.
I stare back.
"You're really going to wait until we get home?"
I nod.
"Then we need to go home right away."
12
Joel
The second we get home, I pull Bella into the bathroom.
She's still flushed and wanting, but she's nervous too.
No. Those nerves need to be gone. I need to bring out her dirty side.
"Take off your tank top," I demand.
She pulls it over her head.
"The sports bra too."
She blushes as she unhooks her sports bra and slides it off her shoulders.
Her tits are perfect. I want them in my hands and my mouth, but I haven't tortured her nearly thoroughly enough yet.
"The glasses," I demand.
She leaves them on the sink.
"Now, the leggings."
She slides them to her ankles and kicks them off. She's standing there in only a pair of black panties.
She looks up at me, need filling her brown eyes.
Her eyelids flutter together as I drag my fingertips over her back, her shoulders, her neck. Gently, I pull the elastic band from her hair.
Her chestnut locks fall onto her shoulders.
I lean down to press my lips to hers. I've never been into kissing, but I fucking love the feeling of her mouth on mine.