Chapter 36 Ethan
Ethan
She kisses me back.
Tilda, my Mountain Fairy, arches up into me.
My Starlight presses her lips against mine.
My fucking Firecracker drags her tongue against mine.
This girl, who fell into my life just days ago, kisses me back.
And her hands.
Fuck me.
Her hands grab at me.
They claw at me.
They take hold of me.
Her fingers twist in the damp fabric clinging to my side. And as she tugs, pulling me closer, her grip shifts again, and then her hand is against my bare skin.
Her fingertips are against my hips, just above the band of my shorts.
I slide my hand from her side, over the swell of her hip, to the center of her back, my pinkie resting against the top of her ass.
Her shirt is still bunched there.
And I shift my hand.
So it’s under her shirt.
Against her skin.
Her incredibly soft, so warm skin.
And I do the only thing I can.