Page 41 of Stolen Kisses

“How’d you manage that?” Emma studies me as she waits for my answer and I like having her attention on me.

“I watched her with her dad. He pretty much ignored her all night in favor of checking his phone. I’d say she’s a pretty lonely kid.”

“Unfortunately, that happens a lot. Parents are too busy to spend quality time with their kids. Then the kids act up in an attempt to gain their attention.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “I feel for the kids.”

We pull into my driveway. “Wait there. I’ll come around to you.”

I help Emma out of the truck, like the gentleman my mom taught me to be, taking the opportunity to pin her against the back passenger door with my hips (maybe not so gentlemanly after all). My hard planes press against her softness; the fullness of her breasts eliciting a low groan from me. Her breath hitches, her eyes snapping up to meet mine. Her warm breaths puff against the bottom of my chin as she looks up at me.

“What are you doing?”she whispers, her voice breathy.

“I’mgonnakiss you, Emma. You okay with that?” I whisper against the side of her face as I run my nose up from her jaw to her earlobe, taking a light nip when I get to my destination. Her breaths come faster as I trace upwards with my nose, placing a kisson herforehead. Slowly, I drag my lips down her nose to the tip. I want to savor this moment where I don’t have to worry about interruptions from kids. Yes, Kenny’s asleep in the truck, but my experience so far with her is once she’s out for the count, that’s it until morning. I pull back slightly, checking Emma’s eyes; lust and desire shine back at me. She gives a slight nod of her head and that’s all I need. I lean in and slowly swipe my lips against hers; savoring the softness. Hands slide beneath my jacket to grip the sides of my shirt, tightening, pulling me ever closer. Pressing my lips firmer, I cup the back of her head, tilting her mouth to my liking. I pull back, my eyes tracing her face, her silky skin, the arch of her eyebrows.

“Kiss me already, Theo,” she whispers; impatience coloring her tone as she leans up toward me.

Cradling her head in my hands, I swoop in to nip her bottom lip. She opens on a gasp, allowing me to steal inside. We kiss with a familiarity born from kissing for years,but also like it’s the first and last time. I want to kiss her forever, steal her kisses until my dying day. I just need to work out how to make it happen. Grinding my restrained cock against her in the heat of the moment, I can only imagine what it will be like to be buried inside her to the hilt.

Iglideone hand down her body, finding the bottom of her skirt, and slide it up allowing my hand to trace the inside of her thigh. The heat from her pussy is intense,as my hand gets closer to her most intimate place. I brush my finger over her panties, feeling the wetness, applying pressure.

She returns my kiss with interest, pressing tighter against me and grinding into my fingers which I relish—the rapid beat of her heart vibrating through me. I deepen the kiss further, massaging her tongue with mine, teeth clashing in desperation to give her everything I have. My fingers mirror the action against her folds.

“Oooh, Theo,” she whispers against my lips. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.”

After long moments, I pull back slightly to study my girl’s face. With her eyes closed, she moves forward, seeking my mouth to continue our kiss. My fingers slide between the fabric of her panties and her lips. I find her slit and thrust a finger inside her tight opening. She’s so fucking wet. Her eyes open wide, colliding with mine as her mouth opens on an O. Pride swells in me at the sight of her swollen lips and the evidence of beard rash across her silky skin. I move back in to take up where I left off.

My body heats.

My heart hammers.

My soul connects with hers.

My fingers work in tandem with my mouth. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her channel, I mirror the action with my tongue in her mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet and her pussy feels so hot as it pulses around my fingers.

“Theo, please.”

“I’ve gotcha.” Increasing the intensity, I press my thumb against her clit, holding her up as she pulses around my fingers, releasing a long moan as she comes. “You look fucking beautiful coming around my fingers, Em.” Slowing my movements, I kiss her gently, bringing her down from her high. My cock feels as though it’s going to burst through the zipper of my pants. Pretty sure the head’s caught behind my belt buckle. My heart’s hammering so hard behind my ribs, I’m surprised she can’t hear it in the silence of the night.

Carefully removing my fingers, I smooth her skirt down and reluctantly pull my body away from hers with Herculean effort. “Go inside, Em. Before I take this further than I should.” I trace the shape of her jaw with my finger. “Make sure you lock your door.”

She tilts her head to the side. “What is it with you and locking doors?”

Isuckin a sharp breath. I don’t want to break the spell, but maybe if I tell her, she’ll be more careful. “When I was sixteen, we lived next door to Mr. and Mrs. O’Connor. They had a thirteen-year-old daughter. One afternoon she was home alone when three young guys walked in off the street like they owned the place. Tied her up and …” I swallow down the bile that always builds when I think back to the event. “Uh ... raped her. In her own fucking home.” I scrub my fingers through my scruff. I felt so fucking guilty. “I was working on the table setting for Dad’s restaurant in our garage when it happened. I didn’t hear a fucking thing.” I huff out a harsh breath. “She had a tough time dealing with it and she … uh,” I dropmy voice to barely a whisper. It’s still a tough pill to swallow all these years later. “She took her own life.”

Emma leans forward, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Theo. That’s beyond tragic.” Her whispered words are dripping in sympathy. “Did the police catch the guys?” I wrap my arms around her, anchoring myself in the present rather than the past.

“Yeah, but it didn’t make it any better for Stella. Apparently, she wasn’t the only girl they attacked, but she’s the only one that ended her life as a result.”

Em’sarms tighten around my body, her head resting against my heart. Even though we were only friends, she was yet another female I couldn’t help. We were so young and I didn’t have the maturity to understand how badly she was affected by the attack. I didn’t have the experience to be there for her. Looking back, I suspect she needed professional help, which she never received. We stand in each other’s embrace for long moments before a shiver works its way through Emma’s body.

“You should go inside. I need to get Kenny to bed.” I press a tender kiss against the silky skin of Emma’s neck, just below her ear.

“Are you going tobeokay?” She looks up at me in the dim light.

“Yeah. It’s been a long time. It’s a memory I’ve pushed to the deepest recesses of my mind. I try not to think about it if I can help it.”

She studies my face closely. “I promise to lock my door from now on.”

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