November 16 #3
She didn’t know what to do, so she mimicked him, very clumsy at first, but he was patient and took the time to teach her.
When she felt a bit braver, she swirled her tongue around his.
A little sound echoed in his throat and it added to her confidence.
Weaving his hand into her hair, he angled her head and somehow the intensity of the kiss kicked up a notch.
Now she understood why people liked this so much. It was fun, yet at the same time sensual and tender. Kevin’s kisses were leisurely, as if the concept of time didn’t exist. Slow and thorough, it felt like he was willing to spend hours exploring her mouth with his.
“Am I really bad?” she asked, pulling away slightly. “Does this feel good for you too?”
“I’m still kissing you, aren’t I?”
With a less than gentle nudge, he pushed her back against the bed. She shifted, trying to accommodate his hips as he moved them between her legs. The weight of his hard chest against hers made her nipples perk up, hardening into tight buds.
Well, hello there.
That was new. Quite an interesting feeling.
“My breasts are doing strange things,” she said. “I think they like you being on top of me.”
“Fuck, Jazz,” he rasped. “You really gotta stop being so honest.”
His teeth sank into her lip and then he was kissing her again.
Same slow pace, yet somehow it was more demanding.
Feeling bolder now, she didn’t allow the opportunity to go to waste.
Her hands roamed freely, moving up his chest and down his back, caressing every taut muscle along the way.
It might have been pushing the boundaries a bit, but she let her hands accidentally slide down too low so she could get a quick feel of his ass.
Her eager fingers slipped beneath his T-shirt, pressing up his sides and stroking his abs. He was perfectly sculpted, not too bulky and just the right amount of definition.
“God, you’re so sexy, Kevin. I love the way you feel. I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“I need to do a better job of kissing you ’cause you’re. Still. Talking!”
“Why are you so grumpy?”
“Because we can’t even make-out without arguing. Can you just shut up and kiss me?”
When his mouth closed over hers this time, it was different.
A little more aggressive resulting in a lot more tingles.
He kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue deeper into mouth, and she responded in the same way.
Warm lips moved down her neck and she moaned again, even louder than before. Her body went into hyper-drive.
“Kevin,” she murmured breathlessly against his ear, “I’m getting kinda hot…Are you…are you getting hot?”
“A little.” His teeth grazed the sensitive skin on her throat. “A lot.”
His wandering mouth returned. Arching her back, she rubbed her chest against his.
Her body was doing these things on its own.
Her hand was twisting in his T-shirt and she was sucking his lip.
Crazy shit like that was happening and she couldn’t control it.
Urges built inside her. He was on top of her, yet she wanted him even closer.
The whole time he’d kept his hands firmly on the bed, but then one went sliding up her thigh.
Beneath her sweatshirt. Onto her stomach.
And right before it reached her breast, he broke the kiss.
Bracing himself on his arms, he lifted and put enough space between them to let her know it was over. “This is…” He took a few seconds to catch his breath. “This is getting a little intense.”
“I know, right?” She was panting harder than he was. “Who knew I was such a great kisser? I hope you took notes.”
“I did,” he replied, a slight chuckle in his voice. “Especially when you started feeling me up again. You have very fast hands for someone with no experience.”
“I have nineteen years I need to make up for.”
“And did you grab my ass?”
“Yep,” she replied, not sounding at all remorseful. “I have no regrets.” She released a deep, satisfied sigh. “Are we gonna kiss again…in the future?”
There was still a smile on his face, but he was serious when he replied. “Not likely.”
She accepted his answer with a slight nod.
A different response would have shocked her.
Their kiss was just a kiss. Incredible and amazing, but still just a kiss.
It didn’t mean that the dynamic of their relationship suddenly changed.
It didn’t mean that he would automatically start liking her.
It didn’t mean that he would magically undergo a personality transformation and not be an asshole anymore.
It was just a sweet kiss, her first kiss, and she would treasure it forever.
“Well, there are other fun things,” she said. “We can still watch movies together.”
“Yeah…Just not Superman.”
She’d settle for that. Actually, for some obscure reason, she liked that more than kissing him. Okay, not more. It was a tie at first place.
He lifted himself up higher but before he could get off her, she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and pulled him down to her again.
“If I’m not gonna have this hotness on top of me again, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
” She plastered kisses across his cheek until she reached his lips. “Just one more.”
There was a feeble attempt to free himself, but she only gripped him tighter.
“You’re bat-shit crazy!”
She heard the amusement in his voice despite his harsh tone. “Pffft! Crazy-awesome. It’s the type of crazy you can’t resist.”
He snickered when her lips moved onto his neck and she didn’t know if it was because of the joke or if she had just found a tickle spot. He continued wriggling to escape, but it was really half-assed. “Why can’t you be normal like other girls?”
“I doubt other girls could get you to smile as much as I do.” The second those words left her mouth, he stopped fighting to look at her.
It made her wonder if what she said was actually true.
She didn’t ask him, though. This was her moment and she didn’t want to spend it talking about other girls.
“C’mon, Kevin. Just kiss me. You know you want to.
This twelve-year old boy body turns you on.
And this is only a last resort, but know that I will use my dancing skills to seduce you. ”
“Fuck, not the dancing.”
He relented then, his mouth crashing down on hers, playful at first, but it escalated quite quickly this time.
It wasn’t slow and leisurely. It was raw and hungry, and she was encapsulated in heat, not knowing if it came from her body or his.
She rubbed her breasts against him, loving the friction against her very sensitive nipples.
Who knew something so small could create so much pleasure?
It only took a few minutes and then there were moans and heavy breathing.
Lip biting and hair tugging. Writhing and rubbing, her hands on his chest, his hand sliding up her thigh.
It crept beneath her sweatshirt again and she moaned into his mouth when he cupped her breast. Heat flooded through her, causing an ache between her legs.
She shifted her hips, rubbing herself against him.
“Jazz…” The hoarse whisper of her name made her lose all sensibility.
He impatiently shoved her bra aside, pressing her nipple between his fingers, teasing it until she was a mindless mess beneath him.
She wanted more and as if sensing the calling of her body, his hand slid lower, but as soon as he tugged the drawstrings of her sweatpants, he broke the kiss again and gave her an awkward smile.
“We need to stop before I do something stupid.” He swallowed hard. “And I’m really close to doing something stupid.”
She wanted him to do something stupid, but she didn’t argue.
“This is going to lead to complications and that’s something we can both do without.” With a heavy sigh, he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
He was right. They had a somewhat rocky relationship and if they took this further, it would amplify every disagreement, possibly even lead to more.
She didn’t know anything about sex or boys or relationships, but she knew a bit about Kevin.
He was closed off, moody, and grumpy. Anything with him would be complicated and the last time she checked, that wasn’t one of her objectives for this trip.
She had her laptop set up before he came out of the bathroom.
They resumed the position they’d been in for almost two full days, with her head resting on his shoulder, and watched movies for the rest of the night.
They laughed and joked, but mostly, they argued.
Kissing him was incredible, physically enticing, but this satisfied something in her soul.
Maybe they weren’t friends yet, but it felt like they were getting there.
This trip was turning out better than she’d planned.
She’d been trapped in a bubble for nineteen years and now she’d seen breathtaking landscapes and visited beautiful places.
She’d met wacky people and witnessed a helicopter dick.
She’d tasted alcohol and got a tattoo. She’d laughed and cried for the first time in years.
She’d fought with and kissed the hottest guy she would probably ever meet.
Well, that wasn’t just a kiss; that was second base! Boo yah!
And now she was lying beside the same guy watching a movie as rain patted against the window—just enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Not bad for eleven days.