Never Been Kissed

Her lips are so soft. I should be gentle, but I find myself pressing against them harder, wanting to feel them more. My tongue parts her lips. She opens for me without question. I take all she gives, making love to her mouth. Her legs wrap around me as she timidly kisses me back.

I don’t stop. I won’t until she makes me. Her hands come to my chest, her nails digging into me as she starts to kiss me back as deep and as hard as I’m kissing her. She presses herself into me. I let out a growl when I feel she’s trying to rub her pussy against my cock. I can feel the heat of her each time she moves against me.

She needs to get off. My mind demands I give her what she needs. She jerks back from me. I fight not to pull her back and claim her mouth again. Her breathing is heavy as she tries to catch her breath. Her lips are red and swollen.

“The alarm is going off.” Then I hear it. The timer on the oven dinging. How the fuck did I miss that? I usually don’t miss anything. It’s her. She made thoughts of anything else but her go right out the fucking window. My mind shut off for a brief moment in time. Something that I’ve been trying to get it to do for years with no success. My little kitten has managed to do it in a matter of hours.

I might have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to her, but I better figure it out real fucking fast. There is no way I could ever let her go. I have a feeling my kitten doesn't do anything she doesn't want to.

Now the only thing I have to do is make her fall in love with me.5PJI chew my pizza but taste nothing. My mind is still on the kiss. The storm that is now pounding down on the house is forgotten too. Davis polishes off another slice. He doesn't look to be having the same problem as me.

I didn't know a kiss could be that intense. It knocked the air right out of my lungs. For the first time in my life I felt sexy. Desired even. I thought for sure at any moment he was going to drag me to the floor and have his way with me. I was going to let him. I’d felt disappointment when the timer had gone off. That was a first. The food timer is the best kind of alarm.

“You like the pizza?” I ask. He hasn't said much either since I hopped down to get the pizzas out of the oven. He silently pulled plates from the cabinets before getting me a pizza cutter.

“I love it. You’re a good cook.” He shoves more pizza into his mouth, not saying any more. It was starting to bug me that he wasn't more affected by the kiss. Maybe it wasn't as good as I thought it was. He said he wanted to kiss me. Maybe he got a taste and decided it wasn't worth exploring more? I should be good at reading men with the amount of time I was around them. That’s the problem: I was considered one of the boys, so I suck at this romance thing.

“With all the brothers I have, I had to learn to cook. They sucked at it.” I take another bite of pizza. I actually really love cooking. It isn't just that it calms me a lot of the time, but everyone always migrates back to the kitchen and dining room when I do it. It is a way I can take care of them. They all spent so much time helping raise me. I want to do my part to show them my appreciation.

He makes a grunting sound, taking another bite. My nipples go tight at the sound. Okay, this man has some crazy spell over me. I’d smack one of my brothers on the arm for making the same sound. Davis does it and I’m wiggling in my seat. The throb between my thighs is growing.

“You don’t talk much.” I think I’m used to Bunny. I am always with her and she can talk for hours.

“Guess I’m used to being quiet.” He pushes his empty plate away before standing and heading into his pantry. I watch him go. My eyes travel down to his ass and then thighs. God, the man is thick. I think he even has a better ass than Captain America. Is that what working on a farm does to a man? No wonder women didn't mind living out in the middle of nowhere with their men. If Davis is an example of what they have to look at all day, I don’t blame them.