Page 56 of Never Have I Ever
I snicker at the sight, scanning around the place. It’s a one-bedroom, so not as big as my and Aiden’s place. But she has a big ass kitchen, no island but a shit ton of counters. White, of course. Everything about her screams neat and clean.
I see the flowers I gave her in a crystal vase that must have cost a shit ton of money. A smile creeps up on my face. I can’t help but think of the look on her face when I gave her the flowers. I love being the cause of those smiles and the way her cheeks get red. I love it all.
“You want to eat?” she asks behind me.
Yes. I want to eat you.
I turn to face her, and she’s leaning against the back of the couch, watching me. “I just made some pasta, and there’s a ton left over that I was going to eat tomorrow, but you can have it if you want.”
I smirk. “You cook?” I can’t think of this girl in the kitchen. She’s rich. I know she comes from the type of family that hires maids to do everything. She wouldn’t need to get her pretty little hands dirty.
She nods. “Martin, our cook, taught me. I’m not a Michelin star chef or anything, but I know the basics.”
I do nothing but grin as I stare at her. I want to hear more about her life. I want to hear everything that this girl is willing to tell me. But I also want to shut her up with a hot kiss.
I stalk towards her, taking small step after small step to reach her. I’m so close to her, I tower over her, looking down at that angelic face.
“So, are you hungr—”
A yelp escapes her pouty pink lips when I interrupt her with a hard kiss. I press my mouth against hers, grabbing her face to keep her connected to me. The minute our lips meet, it’s like a relief. My shoulders relax, and I melt into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and opens her mouth, inviting me in.
I suck on her tongue, and she moans into the kiss, and then, she copies my moves, sucking on my tongue until I groan. She’s a quick learner.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she says, as she takes a minute to breathe, and she grins at me.
I shake my head. “I’m starving, angel,” I tell her. “But for something other than pasta.”
I see her grin for a second before I press our lips together again. I kiss her as we walk toward her bedroom. We’re a mess of limbs and clothes as we step toward her bed. She reaches up and unravels her hair, letting it flow behind her back. She stumbles backward until she's sitting on the bed, and I'm standing above her, bending so that our lips remain connected.
I leave one soft kiss on that sexy mole on her upper lip and then pull back to push her onto the bed until she's on her back. I'm stretched out on top of her seconds later, and I hover on my elbows so that I don't crush her with my weight. My tongue is in her mouth again, sucking and licking and tasting her sweetness.
I grind my hips against hers. Between the roughness of my jeans and the thin silk of her shorts, she feels my erection pressing into her, providing the friction she needs right now. I thrust my hips again, and she gasps into my mouth when I press against her. She bucks her hips up, and her hands detach from my neck and make their way down to my belt.
My eyes snap open, and I pull back. “I’m not going to fuck you,” I tell her.
She frowns. “You’re not?”
I shake my head. “No, Rosie. Not tonight.” I drag my finger from her chin down the center of her breasts. “I just want to play with you for a bit.”
She’ll take any pleasure I’m willing to give her, I’ve gathered. Her breathing becomes fast and shallow as her eyes fill with lust and desire. “Okay,” she breathes out.
My mouth latches on to her nipples, sucking them through the fabric until the soft blue silk becomes wet, and I can see the print of her hardened tight nipples. I need it off. I pull the tank up and away from her body.
Jesus, those tits. She’s on the smaller side but still a handful. I do nothing. I don’t touch or lick. I just stare. Her nipples are so pink and small. They're so cute, just like she is.
She tries to cover herself up with her arm, and I pull it away from her body. “Don’t be shy in front of me, angel,” I tell her. “You’re perfect.” Pink tints her supple cheeks as she lets me feast on her with my eyes.
The last time at the lake, it was so quick, so rushed, I didn’t have time to appreciate her fully. But this time, I’m taking my fill.
My hands reach for her shorts, and her breath hitches. I watch her for a minute to see if she’s okay with this, and she lets out a breath. I pull them down her legs and almost choke at the sight of her pussy.
She must see the shocked reaction I have because she tentatively presses her legs together. “It’s bad to sleep in underwear,” she says.
I grin. “I second that.” I wouldn’t mind sleeping next to her, knowing she’s bare under her shorts.
I look at the spot between her legs. I can see her soft blonde hair poking out through her legs that are clamped closed. I’m dying to see what she looks like.
“Did you touch yourself?” I ask her, wanting to know if she used my little gift to get herself off.
