She didn’t answer, too focused on her exploration. Her thumb swept over the head of my cock, and I nearly lost it right then. My jaw clenched, my entire body tensing as pleasure shot through me.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
In one swift movement, I shifted, turning her toward me, and crashed my mouth against hers.
The second our lips met, I remembered—shit, this was her first kiss. I’d meant to make it sweet, slow, something gentle she could look back on and remember fondly.
But then her lips parted beneath mine, and all rational thought vanished. She tasted like espresso combined with something uniquely her, and the soft sound she made against my mouth sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin. My tongue swept against hers, deepening the kiss, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tightening around me in a way that had me seeing stars.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands moving of their own accord—one tangling in her hair, the other sliding down her side, over the curve of her hip, then beneath her shirt. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm under my palm, and when my thumb brushed the underside of her breast, she gasped, breaking the kiss.
Her eyes were dark, her lips swollen, and the way she looked at me—like she wanted more, like she was hungry—nearly undid me.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured, my voice thick.
She didn’t. Instead, she arched into my touch, her breath hitching as my hand closed over her breast. I swallowed her whimper with another kiss, my thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra until it peaked beneath my fingers.
I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor every inch of her. But the way she was touching me—her grip firm now, her strokes slow but sure—made it impossible to think.
My hand slid down her stomach, unfastening her shorts before diving beneath the waistband. Her hips jerked when my fingers found the damp heat between her legs.
Her head fell back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I traced her through her underwear. “Oh…”
“You’re so wet,” I growled against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
She whimpered, her fingers tightening around me in response, and I nearly came right then. But I needed to hear her come first.
I pushed her panties aside, my fingers sliding through her slick folds before finding her clit. She gasped, her thighs clamping around my hand, and I swallowed the sound with another kiss as I circled that tight little bundle of nerves, slow at first, then faster.
Her hips rocked against my hand, chasing her release. “Please?—”
I didn’t make her wait. I pressed two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around me. I curled my fingers, stroking that sweet spot deep inside her as my thumb kept up its relentless pace on her clit.
It didn’t take long. Her back arched, her entire body tensing as pleasure ripped through her. She buried her face against my shoulder to muffle her cry, her nails digging into my arm as she came undone around my fingers.
I held her through it, kissing her temple, her cheek, her lips—anywhere I could reach—until her breathing slowed. When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dazed with satisfaction. And then she said the words that sent my heart racing all over again.
“I want to lose my virginity tonight.”
My breath caught. I’d known this was coming—had felt it in the way she touched me, in the way she kissed me—but hearing her say it, so sure, so ready, made my chest tighten.
“Are you sure?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I exhaled sharply, my mind already racing. “Then let’s go back to my place.”
But she shook her head, her fingers trailing down my chest. “No.”
I frowned. “Lauryn…”
“Here,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “I want it to be here.”
Fuck.
The thought of taking her right here, in the back of my truck, under the stars, with the distant hum of the drive-in movie playing in the background—it was reckless. It was irresponsible. And I wanted it just as much as she did.
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her lower lip. “You’re sure?”
