Page 51 of Scoreless Nights

She was going to have to mull that over while I kissed her again, because I was done resisting her. We may not have been able to be forever, but we could have that moment, that kiss.

My lips found hers again and her arms wrapped around my neck. I lifted her from the ground and onto the counter, making her mouth come to my level as I got between her legs.

“Is this okay?” She asked against my lips.

“It feels okay to me.” I wrapped both my hands behind her neck and pulled her closer so there was no more room to ask questions. She was holding on tight to my shoulders, and clawing at me, urging me to keep going despite whatever was going on inside her head.

Every instinct in my body told me to rip her clothes off and use my mouth to taste every part of her while I could. But she had told me how inexperienced she was and I didn’t feel like the right guy to take away anything she coveted. It was easy to forget, in that moment of passion, that she may have been waiting for someone who was going to be with her forever.

Maybe even marriage.

With that in mind, I pulled back and my hands fell to her hips to keep her still. My eyes locked with hers and I watched as her chest heaved. She looked scared, but not because I had been kissing her, but because I wasn’t kissing her anymore.

“You’re…you…I mean.” I didn’t know what to say to explain to her why I had to stop so suddenly, but she knew, and I could see embarrassment flash across her face as her head dipped down. “Don’t do that.” I told her as I took my hand to her chin to force her eyes back on me. “If I keep kissing you, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t stop yourself,” she whispered so low I was practically reading her lips.

“Where’s the line, Lil?”

“Remember? We crossed it about ten minutes ago. Please don’t stop. I want to feel everything with you.”

Maybe it was because I’d had a week of scoreless nights and I was eager to end that streak. Or maybe it was because I wanted to be the first person that touched her.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble,” I finally said before nipping at her lips again. “Time out may last forever.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” she shrugged, breaking the last shred of willpower I had.

She took her hands up my chest and to the opening of my shirt, slowly exposing my chest as she undid each button. For being inexperienced, she was bolder than I imagined. It was like she knew what she wanted, was finally getting it, and wasn’t going to let blurry lines stop her.

My lips moved to her cheek, and then to her neck as my fingers traced a line up her arms to the straps holding on the thin material that covered her tits. I pulled the straps down and she lowered her arms so that the fabric fell. She didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were so hard that I imagined them cutting my hands as I squeezed her.

“Is this what you want,Señorita? ”

“I’ve waited so long to be touched like this.”

As she finished the last word, I pinched her nipple and then placed my mouth over the sting to ease the spark of pain. She leaned back, her arms on the counter, and watched as I played with her and tasted her.

When I glanced up, she was biting her bottom lip, and her eyes were so heated that she looked like a completely different person. Still Lily, but so turned on and intense that I completely forgot who she was to me, and how innocent she was.

It no longer mattered.

“Lean all the way back, baby.” She did, and I took the new angle to reach the rest of her jumpsuit and pull it down. Once it fell to the floor, I took her legs and wrapped them around my waist. All that was between my skin and her pussy was a tiny thong and I had to press my cock against the cabinet just to ease how hard I was pulsing.

As I leaned over to kiss her, she reached for my shirt and tried to finish undoing the buttons but my patience was too thin. Reaching my hands up, I ripped the rest of them off and discarded my shirt onto the floor.

I leaned back down over her, my stomach bare, and I could feel how wet she was through the thin fabric of her thong. I moved a finger under the fabric of her thong and pulled it away, just slightly as my knuckle grazed the lips of her pussy.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“It’s not the first time,” she said with her teeth gritted, trying to move against my finger. “It’s just the first time you’ve known about it.”

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, her words making me tear the rest of the fabric from her body.

I ran a finger through her folds and looked down at her trying to gauge every reaction she gave me. I wanted to learn everything about what she liked and what she wanted. If she had thought about us like that before, I wanted to make the reality even better than she imagined. There had been plenty of times I had fucked my own hand—and other women—to the image of her behind my closed eyes. The real thing was already better, even with my dick still in my pants.

The heels of her tall pumps came up to the edge of the counter, and she pushed her pussy up, bravely encouraging my fingers to touch her harder. But I had never been with a virgin, and I was scared that I was going to hurt her if I went too fast and too rough. Suppressing every base instinct I had, all that mattered was that she was okay.

Flattening my hand over her lower stomach to hold her down, I stroked her clit with my thumb. Our eyes were locked as I teased her, pressing harder with each pass until eventually she couldn’t keep her eyes from closing.

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