Page 117 of Girls Will Be Girls
Getting closer, he slides his hand down my arm to take the key out of my grip, crowding me against the door like he did the last time. Neither of us says anything as he unlocks the door, his eyes never leaving mine.
His hand finds my waist to guide me backwards inside. His fingers bunch up the fabric of my dress as we move further into the house, our eyes locked on each other.
The silence stretches between us as we move in unison, saying nothing. The tension builds between us, like any sudden movement or small sound could snap it in half.
Once he kicks the door shut behind him, the slamming sound shatters the tension.
His lips find me instantly.
This kiss is anything but gentle. His tongue already in my mouth, his teeth grazing along my lip, his hand pulling at the fabric of my dress enough to reveal a peak at my underwear.
His other hand cups the back of my head as he pushes us up against the wall.
I grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer to me, utterly desperate for him.
His lips start a trail down from my lips. Moving without losing any contact, he kisses and bites his way across my cheek, down my neck, along my chest. His hands move to meet him in the middle, cupping my breasts with passionate force.
He strokes his thumb against my peaked nipple, eliciting a quiet groan in his throat, before his hands move further down to lift my dress over my head.
I stand in front of him in my underwear, panting, cheeks already pink, as his eyes work their way back up from where they got lost in me. He grins — like he always does — before crashing back into me. His body pushing into me so hard he almost lifts me off the ground.
I rile against his thigh slotted between my legs, unable to stop any and all efforts to be closer to him.
His hands squeeze into my ribs just below my breasts, as his lips trace over my ear, biting into the lobe and making me whimper.
“Fuck I love that sound.” He whispers against my ear.
Then his hands travel down, scraping over my ass as he squeezes me in his hands and lifts me onto his waist.
I let out a small squeal of surprise, which makes him laugh, a beautiful raspy laugh.
“That sound is good too.” He grins at me as I wrap my ankles together behind his back.
I laugh and stroke his perfectly perfect smile with my fingers before kissing it away.
“Here or upstairs?” He asks as he moves us further into the house.
“Upstairs,” I say against his mouth.
He starts walking us towards the stairs, our mouths never letting go of each other, until he steps up the first step, and I push at his chest.
“Wait, you’re not carrying me up!” I yell.
He laughs. “Why?”
“Have you seen these stairs?” I point behind me. “They’re way too steep, and I refuse to die or get paralyzed when you accidentally drop me off the edge.”
He laughs even more. “Such little trust.”
“This has nothing to do with trust. It’s pure survival."
He pulls me to him again, his lips finding mine for a moment. “Whatever you say, baby girl.” He grins before lowering me onto the step above him.
“Thank you.”
I turn around and head up to the bedroom, only for him to slap my ass from below making me stop and turn back to him before the last step.
“Excuse me,” I smirk.
