Page 65 of The Third Baseman

And that wasn’t this platform.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. My lips found hers again, soft and pliant, and so fucking kissable.

“If you ever want to stop, you just say the word. Deal?”

She nodded, and my mouth returned to hers.

I might have been with girls before, but I’d never appreciated the luxury of time; of how sexy it was to feel a warm tongue slide softly against yours, and within seconds, my pants were too tight. She giggled quietly as I shifted her slightly without breaking contact, then her moans spurred me on a little further.

My hands slipped down, across the soft curves of her waist and down to the edges of her sweater. I slowed, making sure they were warm, before pushing up under the cotton, until I made contact with heated skin. Her body jolted and a flurry of goosebumps shot across her skin as my palms continued on their journey until they reached the edges of her bra.

I’d been dreaming about her boobs since the day I’d first met her. It was hard to even believe I’d lasted an entire month without touching them, but I’d been so fucking right when I’d said they were the perfect handful. They fitted in my palmjustright.

Her nipples were as hard as the studs on my cleats.

I swallowed her loud gasp as my thumb brushed over one. She pulled back, her glassy eyes making my dick impossibly hard.

“You like that?” I did it again, and her jaw dropped. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

My lips found their way onto the slender column of her neck, and she shivered against me.

Fuck, this girl...

Every single place I touched her set off an avalanche of shudders.

And I feltevery single onein the depths of my balls. It was going to take all my discipline not to bust one in my pants.

Her breathing had become more labored; I could feel each rise and fall under my hand splayed across her back. My breathing was also alarmingly unsteady considering I was planning to become a professional athlete within the next few months.

My palms slid slowly across her body as if trying to memorize every curve, every dip and bend… every reaction so that when I finally did get her naked, I’d be able to match the touch to the sound. Like now, when she groaned the loudest yet as my fingers grazed over her pelvis.

She was wearing a short skirt today, one of those ones that puffed out, so it looked longer than it actually was; I let go of her for as short a time as possible, moving one hand to the top of her thigh, right underneath the hem. Without dropping her gaze, I pushed it up until the bright white cotton of her panties came into view. I waited, expecting her to stop me, but instead, she tilted her hips a fraction, pushing herself into me as her hand gripped my neck.

Her eyes were fully glazed, almost hooded, and I was suddenly desperate to slow down this moment. I wanted to savor it; capture it in a little vial I could wear round my neck or keep in my pocket.

“Kiss me, Marn.”

It was so gentle it nearly broke me. Her tongue slipped past my lips and tangled with mine, tasting me as I’d tasted her.

My fingertips took on a life of their own, running up and down the warm path of her panties, right through her center; the one getting wetter by the second.

“Oh… ohhhh, Jupiter,” she groaned into my mouth as I grazed my thumb over her clit.

“I know,” I whispered against her lips. “I’m gonna make it feel so good.”

Though in actual fact, I didn’t know whether that’s what I was doing; I only hoped and prayed I was, because I realized that these little moans she was making, the bursts of air she was gasping for… the way her chest rose and fell like it might explode, I’d never seen a girl do before.

Not in this way. Not so uninhibited.

The only thing I knew was that it was making my chest puff wider with every sound she made.

I slid the scalloped edges of her panties to one side, my fingers instantly drenched in slick warmth. She gasped hard as I eased one finger inside her. Eased was the wrong word, there was no easing. She was so wet she pretty much suctioned on and pulled me inside.

“Oh God… this feels…”

Her hips did the rest of the talking, thrusting forward and urging me on. My tongue plunged into her mouth as I plunged a second finger into her pussy, my steady rhythm of matching one for one. Her panting increased, her lips left mine. She peered down, mesmerized, to where my fingers were still moving in and out; like her own, private sex show.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

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