Page 92 of Enemies to Prom Dates
I could feel her body stiffen against mine and it was the last thing I wanted to talk about while we were alone in my car. But then she let out a huge breath.
“I know. Asabbatical. It’s so, so stupid.”
Squeezing her around the waist, she pressed her face into my neck, and I was pretty sure I heard her sniff me. That, I thought, was a good start.
“You smell like fire and woods.”
Yes, a very good start.
“And something else…I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“Kiss me, and we’ll figure it out together.”
* * *
“Fitz!”
Yes.Say my name. Scream it!
She was in my lap, her arms around my neck, her tongue in my mouth, even as she squeezed her thighs around my hand between her legs. Using just my middle finger to tease that magical spot inside her. It had taken three attempts with my last lover to find this spot consistently, and now, I was watching Beth become undone in my arms.
This. This was what I’d wanted. Her complete and total surrender to me.
Would she be angry if she knew? That everything I’d done sexually with that other girl was just so that I could have this with her? I wanted, Ineeded, to know how to touch a woman, how to kiss her, how touch her between her legs.
I read erotica instead of watching porn. Porn didn’t teach a guy anything other than how to jack off. It certainly didn’t teach me how to pleasure a woman. Then I practiced what I learned with a girl who was so confident in her sexuality she was willing to show me more.
All for this moment.
So that Beth and I wouldn’t be two virgins fumbling around each other in a desperate attempt to lose our status. So that I wouldn’t come prematurely while she was still wincing in pain from me having been inside her. So that she would remember her first time, our first time together as one of the most amazing nights of her life and not as just the night she was able to check off something on her to-do list.
My plan had been to wait until prom for us, but that probably wasn’t going to happen. No way we could wait that long. She was too ready. I was too needy. Even now, I considered the backseat of my car, the pack of condoms I kept in the glove compartment that Heath had borrowed from earlier.
But I wanted her in a bed. I was too damn big, in all ways, to attempt doing this comfortably in the backseat. Which meant I needed her to come now, before my need took over and I started thinking with my cock instead of my brain.
She was so wet and slick and hot between her legs. So fucking amazing. I fucked her with my middle finger, again finding that shelf inside her vaginal wall. Tickling it even as I brushed my thumb over her clit.
“Oh shit…Fitz!”
There it was. I could feel her tightening around my finger and I watched her back bow as her orgasm rocked through her body.
What did it feel like for her? Was it the same as it was for a guy? Could anything possibly feel that good?
She collapsed on me, and I carefully removed my hand from between her legs, resisting the urge to sniff my fingers.
“Good?” I asked.
“Stoooooop,” she said, pushing her hand against my face so I would stop looking at her. I couldn’t wipe the superiority off my face. I knew that’s what she was protesting.
“You have to at least give me some praise as a thank you. I’m sitting here with a hard-on and nothing to do about it.”
That made her sit up. “I can do something about it.”
“Do you know what you’re doing with a dick?”
She rolled her eyes, which made me smile. “No, asshole. That’s what you’re going to teach me.”
Yes. I was. Soon. “Someday. But I think we covered enough ground for tonight. I have to get you home.”
