The Hardest Fall

Pulling her hand down, I cupped the back of her head and went in for more. I didn’t want to miss out on another second with this girl. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. None of it mattered. She molded her lips to mine without a second of hesitation. My body moved closer and hers did the same until we were flush against each other. I tilted my head and went in deeper, my tongue tasting every inch. She moaned against me and I felt her fist pulling on my shirt. Our mouths moved in perfect tandem as we pushed and pulled at each other for more.

When we had to breathe, Zoe moaned my name. “Dylan.”

Just that single word coming from her lips added fuel to the fire inside me, and I let go of the back of her head to slide my hand down to her waist so I could pull her even closer, even though there wasn’t even an inch of empty space separating us. She made no protest, only arched toward me and kissed me again. Our breaths coming in harsh bursts, she whimpered into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck.

With difficulty, I stopped kissing her and whispered against her lips. “Too much?”

“No,” she said breathlessly. “It’s not enough.”

With a groan that came from deep within my chest, I bit her bottom lip and pushed my tongue back inside. I shoved my left arm underneath her and pulled her on top of me as I dropped to my back on the tiny bed. She squealed into my mouth but never stopped kissing me. She just planted her hands on either side of my face, threw her leg over my thigh, and kept going. I pulled her hair to one side and shifted my hands from her shoulders to her arms and then to her waist. I pushed her shirt up just enough so I could feel her skin under my hands. She shivered when I grasped her waist as tight as I could without hurting her.

Our breathing still out of control, I opened my eyes when she whispered my name and touched my face with her hand.

“Yeah,” I croaked, and then I pushed up just enough so I could take her lips. A second or two was sufficient time for breathing. She kissed me back, just as hard, just as hungry as her tongue tangled with mine.

“Wait,” she murmured, her lips moving against mine when we had to break apart to breathe. “Just a second.”

I groaned but stopped like she’d asked. I focused on the edge of her lips and neck instead.

One of her legs had dropped between mine when I’d pulled her over me, but she straightened a little, taking her soft skin from my lips, and straddled me, sitting right on top of my dick.

“Shit,” I groaned, reaching for her hips. “Maybe that’s not a good idea, Flash.”

One of her hands was resting on my stomach for balance as she pushed her hair away from her face with the other.

“What?”

I pulled her hips a little forward so she wouldn’t be right on top of my already hard-as-a-damn-rock dick and grunted when the rough slide felt better than anything ever had. “That,” I repeated gruffly, hoping she’d know what I meant. Now both of her hands were on my stomach and she was still out of breath, just like me.

She pushed her hips back right where they’d been and bit her lip. “Funny, to me that felt like the most amazing idea in the world.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I sat up and caught her with one arm before she could fall back. Dragging our bodies higher up in the bed, I settled against the low headboard. My head slumped back against the wall as she squirmed on my lap until she was comfortable.

Pushing my hand back up under her shirt from behind, I grabbed her neck as gently as possible and pulled her down to my mouth. She came eagerly and moaned even louder as I kissed her and she moved her little butt restlessly against my shaft. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a dry-hump session, let alone one I enjoyed so damn much.

I flicked open her bra and moved both my hands on her back, letting the material just hang loose as I curled my fingers around her shoulder then stroked her back again.

After a particularly hard grind, I let out a grunt and hit my head on the wall with a heavy thump as I tore my lips away from hers.

“Fuck, Zoe…”

My eyes slowly opened when I felt her breath against my lips. I swallowed and licked my lips, waiting to see what she’d do. The worst part was, she wasn’t moving on me anymore.

“Dylan,” she whispered before kissing my lips twice. I let her set the pace, and neither one of them lasted more than a few seconds. “My heart beats differently for you. It feels different somehow. I know this probably doesn’t make sense, but…it beats louder, wilder when I see you.” I ran my hands down to her waist and held on tight. She rested her cheek against my temple and rolled her hips. “And I feel like…how am I supposed to keep it in its place? How am I supposed to get used to seeing that smile on your lips? It breaks my brain. You break my brain sometimes—complete mush. Even that first time in the bathroom…though that was just nerves and being horrified, so maybe we can’t count that one…but the second time, when I saw you walking toward me, I just got stuck. How could anyone possibly look away—”