The One

My heart is pounding, and I bring my hands up to hold her cheeks, my thumbs resting just under her jaw where I feel her pulse racing in time with my own.

“That was amazing.” She smiles, and I see the blush that now covers her neck and chest. “I think I like kissing.”

“Yes, it was. So, let’s do it again.”

She lets out a small gasp as I crush our lips together, my hands lowering to the small of her back to rock us back and forth against each other.

I don’t know how long we kiss. It feels like an instant and at the same time like we’ve been doing it forever. I want to sink into her and find out how warm and wet she is. How tight. As her body melts against mine, I try to pull her so close against me we become one body.

She’s clinging to me as much as I am to her, taking these little gasping breaths into our kiss as I breathe her in, her scent like lilacs and summer wine. She’s rocking against me faster, harder and I’m on the verge of losing my load in my pants again.

One second I swear she’s close to coming, then I hear her giggle into our kiss and she pulls back, a full smile on her swollen lips. Her pink tongue darts out to lick our wetness and I love the fact that even my spit is a part of her now.

“What?” I ask as I lower my hands to her hips, softly pulling her back and forth over my thick erection, not wanting our movement to stop.

“I just…” She brings her fingers to cover her mouth as her cheeks turn cherry red. “I’ve never dry humped anyone before.” She giggles again at the words, and she’s so fucking cute cum leaks out of my cock.

“Did you just say dry hump?” I chuckle back, pushing my length up into her, wishing I had it inside her right now to feel her insides flutter against me as she laughs.

“I did.”

Her admission brings other thoughts to my mind. Thoughts that have me burning with instant jealousy.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl who said, ‘dry hump’ before.” I swallow hard and shake my head. “I think I’m in love.” I play back then I want to know more. “What else haven’t you done?”

Her eyelashes flutter, and her smile fades a bit. I hate that, but there’s a rumbling beast inside me that wants her in ways I didn’t understand before. And he needs to know.

“Well, lots of things. It’s sort of embarrassing.”

“Never be embarrassed, baby. Anything you think, I want to know. Nothing about you should embarrass you when you’re with me.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

The words drive a spike through my heart, but I wait a beat, and she continues.

“I mean, I practically am. I only had sex one time. It was fairly horrible, and truth is, I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. But, something feels different now. No one’s ever made me cum before either.”

Her hands flutter at her neck, then hold on there, and I want to replace them with my own. To feel her pulse under my hands as I take her, take her body, her breath, her soul.

“Something feels very different. Issi, I haven’t been with anyone in so long. I can’t even count the years. So let’s just say, we’ve both reverted back to virgins.”

Both my hands drop to the top of her ass and squeeze, pushing us back and forth together as her back arches and her tits push forward. Hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric and my mouth waters.

“You aren’t like any man I’ve met before, Van Welch. It’s confusing.”

“Is that a good thing?” I answer, holding her tight against my throbbing dick and watching lust rise in those magnificent blue eyes.

“Jury is still out. But I’m leaning toward yes. A very good thing.” She pauses, her lips falling open, and her hands come to my cheeks, sending a jolt of desire through me. “I’m not sure I’m ready for whatever this is we are going to do.”

“You don’t need to decide now, baby. I’m a patient man. I’ve waited this long. I’ll wait as long as it takes. You are a special girl, Issi. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

I raise one hand to the center of her back and pull her forward, my lips connecting with the nape of her neck, and I hear her sigh.

We ride each other a moment longer before she reaches down, and I feel her pulling at the tank top.

I lean her back as she strips it off, then I lunge forward, unable to hold back from tracing around each nipple with my tongue, feeling the bumps rise and the nipple turn hard against my lips.