19. Kiss The Girl
Chapter nineteen
Kiss The Girl
Paul
With Maggie so close, I was half out of my mind. The moment she placed her hand on my chest, over my heart where I’d always wanted it to be, that was it. I cracked. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. One taste of her would change me forever.
But how could I not? How could I miss the opportunity of a lifetime?
If this was all we’d ever have, the only time I could let her know how much I loved her, then I couldn’t turn away from her.
As soon as she slid her hands up my chest and around my neck, my hands tenderly rested on her sides. Her warmth emanated through the thin material of her shirt as I finally realized my dream of holding her.
“Remember that time at the pond not long before I left?” she asked softly, tilting her head. “That night, I wanted to turn in your arms and face you just like this.”
Running my hands down to her hips, I gripped them, fisting the material of her shirt as I felt my control slipping.
I remembered that day so well because I’d almost lost control and let myself kiss her.
The difference now was that I welcomed the untamed sensation growing in my chest. We’d waited seven years for this moment, so I pushed all thoughts away, wanting to get lost in her until I never resurfaced.
“I remember,” I said, swallowing hard as I reveled in the way her eyes sparkled.
Under the fading sailor’s sunset by the old oak tree, we were hidden away from the world. It was the way we were always meant to be, together.
When she leaned back, her eyes swept over my face. The ambient light showed me her beautiful features, but my gaze lingered on her shiny pink lips.
“Paul?” she whispered tentatively, moving one hand to my jaw and letting her thumb gently caress my lower lip. She basked in the way I smoldered over her, with a smile blooming that instantly lit up her eyes.
When her thumb lowered to the dimple in my chin, something wild broke free inside of me. My core lit up with need as I drew her closer, pressing her hips against mine so she could feel how she affected me.
Her lips parted, letting a little puff of air escape, and those gorgeous hazel eyes darkened with desire.
I ran my thumb along her lower lip, mesmerized at the way the pink gloss smeared. Nothing and no one but me should be ruining her make-up like that. Ever. For the rest of our damn lives.
“Kiss me,” she rasped, her voice strained as her chest heaved between us. “Dammit, Paul, just kiss me.”
Feeling the desperation growing between us, and knowing I couldn’t deny her a second longer, I slanted my lips over hers and took the first taste of Maggie Roth. She was sweeter than I ever could have imagined. Desire stoked the flames between us as instinct drove us to devour each other.
Maggie clutched my upper arms, holding onto me as if I would vanish. To assure her I wasn’t going anywhere, I leaned into her, pressing my hard shaft into her stomach. She moaned, pressing her tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.
My hands wouldn’t behave as I reached down, cupping her ass with both hands to lift her. She threw her arms around my neck as I turned to let the tree help me balance her.
Eagerly, I kept kissing her until she pressed my head lower. With open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, she lifted her chin, encouraging me to continue. That V-neck T-shirt was low enough, showing enough to make me drool, that I kneaded her breast while I worshipped her skin.
Gripping my head with one hand, Maggie fumbled around my belt with the other.
When I adjusted enough to let her touch me, I kissed back up to her neck, retaking her lips while guiding her hand to my cock.
“Oh, shit,” I murmured against her lips, not prepared for the sensation and also forever addicted to it.
All those times I used my own hand to pleasure myself were a thing of the past. I didn’t want anything but Maggie’s hand from now on.
Taking her head with both of my hands, I focused on kissing her while she continued massaging me.
The heady feeling of her lips on mine while rubbing my cock had me getting so fucking close.
It wasn’t until my balls drew up and I was about to make a goddamn fool of myself that I pulled her hand up to my chest again.
Our kisses had slowed a little, but now I felt more like a slobbering dog. I was new at this, as she could probably tell by now.
Kissing her more chastely, one peck at a time, I finally slowed us down.
“Oh, wow,” she said on an exhale, then pushed up to kiss me slowly. “That was years in the making, you know that?”
“That was good for you, right?” I asked, needing her feedback.
I wanted to do anything to make her happy, to make her feel how much I cared about her, so I had to know what she was thinking.
She flashed me a smile before kissing me again, longer this time. “Oh, yeah. Everything you do is good for me.”
Fulfilling a teenage dream, I used both of my hands to push her hair away from her face, tangling them in her hair.
With a slight adjustment of my waist, I pressed my hard shaft over her panties but against her warm mound as I slanted my lips over hers again, restarting what we’d stopped.
My hips thrust toward her, she grinded on me.
One of us groaned. Maybe both of us. We were both so caught up in each other that it didn’t matter.
Holy hell, she felt so fucking good. I needed this; I needed her. And I couldn’t get enough.