“I can’t help it, okay? Bedtime is sort of…”
When I think of you…
I suck in a deep breath and attempt to think about anything other than Kat’s ass pressing into my cock. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
She laughs. “I don’t know how you expect me to do that with you digging into my ass cheek. If you need to take care of that, I don’t mind.”
“You want me to stroke my cock while you watch me?” I speak against her earlobe, and she shivers from my breath on her skin.
“Go ahead,” she says. “I want you to be comfortable if you’re going to spend the night with me.”
What is she saying?
“I can’t,” I groan. “Ignore it. I’ll fall asleep eventually.”
Not likely.
She sighs, and then rolls onto her back. “Is this weird?”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “Is what weird?”
“All of this. Us. I don’t know. Ever since we kissed, I can’t stop thinking about you in less than friendly ways.”
“Same for me,” I admit. “I want you so bad I can’t even think straight right now.”
“I know,” she says with a wicked grin. “I could feel how much on my ass.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” She reaches between us, and when her fingers graze my boxers, my cock springs out from the slit. Kat pauses for a second, and then she peeks up at me. “Can I touch it?”
Doing my best not to laugh, I nod. I should have told her no. But how can I deny her? I love her. I want to be with her. So, why not?
Kat drags her thumb up and down the length of my shaft.
“Kitten,” I choke out, biting my bottom lip. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Your skin is so smooth,” she says, surprised. “I could touch you all night.”
My eyes slam shut when she wraps her fingers around me and gives my shaft a few strokes. “You might kill me if you do.”
“You’re a lot bigger than I thought,” she says in a hushed tone. “I could feel you through your jeans last week when we kissed, but I had no idea…” Kat’s movements are so slow and steady I can’t take much more of this torture. “You know I’ve never been with anyone before.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I want you to be my first, Dean. It should be you.”
Her words hit me harder than my orgasm that has me on the edge. I’m so close to coming. But now… I open my eyes and cover her hand with mine to stop her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
I don’t want to be her first.
I want to be the only one.
“Yes, I do,” she challenges. “I’ve been thinking about this for days now. Silvia says losing your virginity is like a Band-Aid you have to rip off.”
Blowing out a deep breath, I sit up and push her hand away, stuffing myself back into my boxers.
“What’s wrong? I thought you’d want to have sex with me.”