Page 75 of Insatiable

“What do you want me to do?”

“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.

Our mouths melt together, and most of my worries fade away as she drapes her arms around my shoulders and kisses me back. It’s a little overwhelming, but I can handle it.

I slip my tongue past her lips, and she opens for me just as a groan leaves my throat. Taking from me what she wants, Stacey slants her head to deepen the kiss, until my fingers are digging into the material at her waist. The visceral need to touch her naked skin is unbearable. I want to tear her fucking dress off and lick and bite every inch of her.

It’s a ridiculous urge, considering my experience is sitting at a solid zero and I’d probably get stage fright.

She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, and I hiss. She sucks on it, licks, and then forces my head to the side to trail her wet mouth down my throat.

My cock hardens until it’s painful, and my sweats do nothing to conceal it.

Nearly settled between her legs, my dick begs to be released from its restraints, butthat’llonly scare her off. Like me, she hadn’t kissed anyone before, so I imagine her virginity status is the same as mine.

My teeth clench as she devours my neck, her handstravellingdown my naked chest and back up to curl around my shoulders. I can tell she’s tracing the ink down my left arm, and it causes shivers to course through me. Testing where she can touch without me tensing, she explores me while her mouth moves over mine.

She takes my hands, pulling them off her waist. I frown, and slowly, she places my palms just above her naked knees. “Is this okay?” she asks me, dragging them up and up, slipping under the material of her dress. “Or is it too much?”

I almost smile. She gets me, understands why I need to go slow. “Yeah.”

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

A deep sound vibrates in my chest, and I nudge her nose with mine and peck her lips.

And then she’s kissing me again while I massage my way up to her hips then trace the fabric of her underwear. Lace. Probably white and innocent.

My breath hitches as she lets out a whimper from my touch, and she delves her tongue into my mouth whilefistingboth hands in my hair. She tugs, and I tighten my hold on her hips, dying to drag her forward to grind against me.

Too soon. Far too soon.

“I took your number from Lu’s phone,” she says into my mouth, drawing my tongue between her lips and sucking hard. “If I message you, will you respond?”

I grin, my hands moving of their own accord to grab her ass. Which is belting, by the way. All those dances and aerial sports she does definitely pay off.

If I bring her forward a little more, she’ll feel my dick and how solid it is for her, and I’m not sure either of us is ready for that.

“I guess you’ll need to find out for yourself.” She whimpers as I nibble her jaw. “Sneaky little Freckles, stealing my number from her best friend’s phone.”

She giggles, and I feel every muscle in my body go warm and taut with how fucking much I want to hear her giggle again.

I flip us, and I settle on top, one hand next to her head, holding myself up. My mouth is on hers once more, our tongues sliding together as my hand goes from her hip to her hair then back to her hip, tasting and licking and biting until we’re breathless.

She parts her legs, and my annoying nerves start to kick in again.

I’m solid. My dick hurts. My balls are tight, and our kisses are growing more demanding, more intimate as her ankles hook behind my legs, digging her nails into my back to bring me closer.

Anyone could walk in right now and see me on top of Stacey.

Regardless of this, of the heaviness on my chest that only worsens by the second, I bunch her dress at her hip and dip my hand under her arched back to get a good grip on her ass.

Absentmindedly, as my tongue tastes hers, my hips rock, and the length of my cock grinds between her legs at the same time as I drag her against me. As much as I have to fight the urge to grit my teeth with the tingling sensation at the head of my dick and in my balls, my mind catches up with me, and I freeze.

My mouth pulls away first, then my hands leave her body, shock rushing through me.

With widening eyes, I stare at her. At the blush on her face. “Sorry,” I force out, my heart fucking pounding in my chest, before I move away from her.

“Sorry,” I say again, swallowing deeply and moving back into my original position while she slowly sits and wipes her mouth. “That’s not what I was trying to—” I stop as the door opens, the blanket already thrown over us.

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