I nodded, “I had no desire to even look at another woman. You have held my attention from the moment I first saw you. We were kids. Way too young for me to fall in love with you, and yet? It was love at first sight for me.”
She put her forehead to mine, “Why did we let so many things come between us? Do you know how many times I wanted this to be us? How many times have I wished I could go to dances with you? How many times have I wanted to be right here?”
I drew her a little closer, “We aren’t going to sit here, wishing, praying we could go back. We get this chance now. I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”
She leaned forward, kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around her tighter, kissing her back.
Her tongue swiped my bottom lip, making me groan, and her little tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine.
I sucked on her tongue, making a little noise come from her.
I missed her lips; I missed her everything.
We kissed as if we never wanted to be apart from each other.
Kresslee’s fingers delved into my hair, and I wrapped mine around her long ponytail, grabbing it hard, tilting her head to where I wanted it to go.
I deepened the kiss, if it were possible to do so, and she moaned against my lips.
Our kiss was heated, full of tongues, her sucking on mine, me sucking on hers, until we broke away.
I kissed down her neck because I couldn’t stand to be away from her skin, my hold in her hair still tight as I moved her head where I wanted her to go.
Kresslee’s skin tasted like her. Vanilla, cinnamon, and just the slight tang of apple.
I groaned against her skin, my cock hard, and I knew she felt it.
She started to move her little pussy over me. I knew my eyes started to cross, and I grabbed her hip with one hand.
Kresslee panted against me, and I lifted my head from her neck, taking her lips again while she rocked against me.
I kissed her harder, as her hips rolled against my hard cock, taking her pleasure from me.
She was moaning against my mouth as she rolled her hips, and I knew I was going to come with her.
My cock was leaking in my pants, the precum dripping freely inside my boxers.
Kresslee was moving faster over me, and I said, “Use me. Make yourself come.”
She panted against my lips, then she keened as she flew over the edge of her orgasm.
She panted my name as I fought with everything inside me not to come with her.
She opened her eyes, “Whoa.”
I nodded, and she bit her lip, her cheeks going pink.
I cupped her face when she looked away from me, my hand dropping out of her hair, “Why are you embarrassed?”
She couldn’t hold my stare, as she said, “I just used you.”
I lifted a brow, “Did you hear me complaining?”
She shook her head, her eyes coming back to me, and I said, “I loved it. My girl is in my arms, kissing me, using me to make herself cum. You bet your ass I loved every second of it and fought not to follow you.”
She looked at my lips again, “Really?”
I nodded, lifting my hips slightly, “You feel that? It hurts. I should have just come with you then I wouldn’t be in so much pain.”
