“Cecily.” This time there’s an urgency to it; he needs me to look at him.
I glance up and notice his eyes watching my every move, his lids hooded, his jaw ticking. “You want me to stop doing this?” My thumb swipes over his taught nipple, and I echo that with my touch on his other one.
“No,” he rumbles. “But if you keep doing that, it’s going to get harder for me to keep my hands under control.”
I really shouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but I do it. My hand resting on his thigh traces over the bulge in his jeans as I press a light kiss to his chest. “How much harder?”
Chapter Twelve
Milo
My mind is all over the place and yet singularly focused.
Cecily’s touch is too soft and teasing. Her pillowy lips are too yielding. I need more; I need to pull her close, drag her soft body over me until she’s straddling me, so I can grind against her heat.
And yet, the teasing and the light touches are such delicious torture that I might come in my jeans. Only the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen. But at the moment, I don’t care.
When her hand goes to my crotch, my whole body twitches with need. The need to be close to her, to feel her skin. To taste what waits for me between her legs.
I can’t wait any longer. I’m a jerk, and I have to break the rules. A hand slips off the table and rests on one of her thighs. My other arm snakes around her middle. Cecily is so soft and smooth against me. Her long, flexible limbs contrast with my thick burly body.
Her hand squeezes my length through my jeans, and my breath hitches. “Cecily, if you don’t slow down…I don’t want to be presumptuous, but I’ve got a condom…”
She hums and resumes kissing me lightly across my chest. “I’m on the pill. You want me to slow down?”
I grunt and press my pelvis into her caressing hand.
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“We … fuck me, that’s hot … should probably have a conversation…”
Breathless, she anticipates my concern. “I’m clean. Just got tested by the school nurse. You?”
“Clean.”
“Good.”
Growling into a passionate kiss, my hands slide up the hem of her hoodie, over her smooth tummy. I caress her there while we kiss, and I keep going, slowly, caressing her higher and higher until I’m cupping her breast. Cecily moan into my mouth. I drag my hand over her nipple, noticing how her body responds to my touch.
I slide my hand over the front of her leggings, cupping the heat between her thighs, and she sucks in her breath.
She makes a cute little noise somewhere between a groan and a cat-like growl as she opens up her thighs to me.
I need her closer for this to work; we’re both hugging and grappling now as we kiss, hemmed in by the table at this booth.
Out of frustration, I foolishly push the table leg away to give me room as I aim to slide her into my lap. When I do, the table topples over, wine and glasses clattering to the floor.
Cecily and I both stare at each other, wide-eyed. Then, her look gets heated, and she slides her body over me until she’s straddling my lap, pinning me to the booth, pressing a deep, wet kiss to my mouth. I answer by stroking the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she opens her mouth to me once again, this time with more hunger. With my tongue curling in and out, giving filthy clues of what else I’d love to do to her, I feel heat bloom between her legs.
Her bottom fits perfectly in my hands, and I cinch her in snugly against my groin. She answers by grinding into me. I let out a groan into her mouth, her tongue teasing, stroking, and licking. Her breasts push against my nearly bare chest, and her arms go around my neck.
I’m so happy and frustrated at the same time. This girl is turned on by me, and I can hardly believe it. I massage her soft rump, provoking her to grind against my jerking cock.
“Cecily.”
That’s when she backs up, putting some distance between us, and unzips my zipper. “Is this okay?”
“No,” I grit out.