Page 35 of Kiss and Make Love

“Why not?” she asked, sliding her hands around the back of my neck.

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Because I’m kind of a bumbling mess when you’re around, and you’re confident, kind, and really pretty.”

“I think you’re adorable. And not too bad on the eyes, either.” She stood on her tiptoes to nudge my nose with her own.

I shook my head, breathing in her scent. Sweet honeysuckle and vanilla. “I don't hold a candle to you.”

“What are you talking about? Beautiful auburn hair, full sexy beard, this single freckle on your neck.” She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my throat. “I think you’re perfect.”

“Is this a dream? Because I’ve had dreams very similar to this,” I admitted. “And I don’t want to wake up from this one.”

“You’re not dreaming, Theo.” Her lips brushed mine, most likely testing the waters.

Well, the water was fine. I wanted her to come on in.

“Kiss me again, Mol,” I said against her lips—her plump, burgundy lips.

She didn’t hesitate. Her grip on my neck tightened as she angled my head down to hers for better access. Lips pressed to mine, her tongue pushed inside my mouth as I parted for her. She tasted like peppermint candies and promises. Kissing Molly made everything in the world seem right. Like I was breathing easy for the first time. Like all of my insecurities were gone.

Our tongues moved together in an easy manner like we’d been doing this for years. She nipped at my bottom lip, and I let out a low moan, growing desperate for more. I lowered my grip to her ass, and she hummed in approval, licking my lips before breaking the best kiss of my life.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that, big guy.” Her voice was husky, and I liked the change from her normal melodious tone.

I ran my fingers through her long waves. “Me too.”

Dropping her hands to my belt, she said, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, too.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mol. Really, I?—”

“Theodore. Do you want this?” she replied, gesturing tomy crotch. “Just a simple yes or no will do.”

I’d never been with a woman like her. Molly had always been confident—that much was true. But I wasn’t used to her, or anyone I dated, being so forward.

“Yes,” I replied. Might as well be honest. I wasn’t lying when I said I had dreams like this earlier. Molly was the biggest crush I’d had in…ever. The thought of her getting down on her knees for me was so damn hot.

Making quick work of my belt buckle and undoing my jeans, she dropped to her knees and rubbed my already rigid length through my boxer briefs.

“Good. I want this, too. So bad,” she whimpered.

“Can I tell you how I like it?” I asked.

She licked her lips as she looked up at me. “Anything I can do to make you feel good, yes, you tell me.”

Grabbing the waistband of my underwear with both hands, she tugged it down. My cock sprang free, and I watched as she studied it.

“You’re uncut,” she stated. No judgement coloured her tone, just interest.

“Is that okay?” I asked, self-conscious now that my dick was out there in front of her.

“It’s more than okay,” she said, grasping it in her palm. “It’s so fucking hot, Theo.”

I breathed a sigh of relief that morphed into a groan of pleasure. Molly wasted no time getting me as hard as possible, stroking me like it was her day job. Her hand worked up and down my shaft without hesitation.

“You’re so good at that, Mol. A little tighter. Faster.”

She adjusted her grip to apply just the right pressure with just the right speed, and my head dropped back with a moan.

“I’m gonna suck you now, okay?”

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