“Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me if I’m sure again,” she said.
I shook my head. “That’s not what I was thinking. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
I appreciated that she had so much confidence in me, but I didn’t share it. “How do you know?”
“I won’t let you.” She said it so simply, with so much certainty, that it was hard to doubt her trust in me.
“Pinky promise?” I asked, holding mine out.
She looped hers around mine. “You won’t hurt me Keane.”
The permission she gave me in that promise erased whatever doubts mingled in my thoughts, making this a million times easier—like there was something in my chest inhibiting my breathing. I leaned forward, wanting to kiss her. Just keep kissing me. We’ll figure it out.
I intended to do exactly that. In the silence of the house, all I could hear was our soft breathing, the sounds of our lips meeting. And as my lips traveled down her neck, her breaths were faster, echoing the pace of mine. God, she smelled fucking phenomenal everywhere. I dug my hands under her head, into her hair, and pulled gently as if to anchor myself. All my senses were heightened, and we both still had all our clothes on. But I felt everything so sharply, as if I was experiencing all of this for the first time. I guess, in some ways, it was the first time.
When I lifted my head, her brown eyes seemed even darker and the rosy tint of her lips seemed deeper, too. And when they curved, the flash of white from her teeth brought me back to earth. She was so sure, so solid. I wanted to be the same for her.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered above her lips. She was. She always had been. But it was important for me to tell her. I gave her a kiss when she opened her lips, and kept kissing her until she was breathless. I’d missed out on so much, not kissing her. I only had a handful of years to make up for.
Navy moved so that she was sitting up and dragged her top up and over her head.
God. Miles and miles of tanned skin, just for me. A navy-blue bra that supported her perfectly.
She grasped the hem of my shirt and without her assistance, I pulled it up and off. I’d seen her without her shirt before when we’d gone swimming, but there was something so much more intimate about this—her bra didn’t cover any less than her bikini had, but it was the fact that it was her bra—something she didn’t wear publicly, that made my pulse hammer like a gong—resonant and echoing.
I played with the edge of her thin strap, appreciating the its color. It was a great color for her, and it reminded me of the night we’d sat in our formal wear, eating pancakes at four in the morning. After she’d dragged herself through my dog door.
She stood up, forcing me to stand with her, and unbuttoned her pants. She shoved them fall to her ankles. Where her bra was more conservative, her panties most certainly were… not. I had to look away, down at my own pants, to keep from staring. Fuck, I felt like a fool, like my hands didn’t know what to do. She’d told me to behave as if this was natural for me, but everything was so much more confusing, more layered. This wasn’t simple, this was more.
“Let me help,” she said, coming closer, so we were chest to chest. The warmth of her body was so fucking welcome, like the heat emanated off of her. When her warm fingers dipped between my pants and my stomach, I nearly jerked in response. With a quick flick, she had the button of my jeans unsnapped and was lowering my zipper. As soon as she shoved the pants down, my cock sprung free—proud and happy, but still hidden beneath my boxer briefs. She lifted her eyes, meeting mine, and her hand slid up my chest to my neck. She was warming me all over, inside and out, and I didn’t know what to fucking do with myself. I was never this slow, never this out of my depth. I needed guidance, needed her to set the pace, for me to know what to do.
I felt like a fumbling kid, like I was losing my virginity or something. Is this what it would have been like in high school? But if we’d dated, would we be where we were today? I supposed wondering was pointless, we couldn’t go back and see. We’d just have to wait until tomorrow.
She lifted onto her tiptoes to kiss me full on the mouth, and my arm came around her, pulling her impossibly closer. The feel of her chest to chest with me, her hands on my neck, lit up a part in me that took over.
I turned her so her back faced me and slowly eased each strap over the curve of her shoulder and down. Pressing a kiss to the imprint those straps had left behind, I undid the hooks on her bra strap and the entire thing fell to the ground. She turned around before I was ready, before I could ever be ready.
The dusky pink of her nipples was the same goddamn color as her lips. I swept her up into my arms and laid her back on my bed, and in doing so I discovered a secret Navy had kept from me.
I grazed my thumb over the tiny crescent moon under one of her breasts before gliding up over the curve above it that was too tempting to not touch, flicking over one taut nipple. I’d have to tuck the tattoo in the back of my brain, to bring up another time.
I kissed up the space between her breasts and hooked my thumbs into her underwear, tugging them down, until she was completely naked. I had never entertained thoughts of seeing Navy like this in my bed, but now that I could take my time exploring her miles and miles of skin, I knew my imagination would have only let me down.
Navy writhed on the bed when my lips landed on her delicate ankle bone. I continued my path back up the inner side of her leg, over and in between her thighs.
Her fingers curled in my hair, tugging me upward just as I’d pressed my lips to her sensitive skin. “I’m impatient,” she whispered in my ear, sending a spike of heat through me.
Her fingers slipped in my boxers and pushed them over my ass, as far as she could reach and slid back up my ass and my chest, her nails scratching me gently until they landed on my shoulders.
She pushed me and, in a flash, I was on my back with her hovering above me.
We moved fast, but everything happened in slow motion. My hands slid up the curves of her body. Her legs straddled my waist. Her long, silky hair tickled my chest as she leaned forward and lightly bit the cleft of my chin and continued that biting down the column of my neck. We were all skin and hands and mouths, a cacophony of exhales and sighs and sheets rustling.
Her mouth rapidly slid down my chest until it encircled my cock.
Fuuuuuck.
She was all warm and wet and it took every fucking ounce of my power to hold myself back. I’d been aching for hours, and I didn’t want to blow it—literally—in five seconds.
“I thought you were impatient,” I said on a choked laugh as she licked the underside of my dick, rendering me fucking helpless.
“I am.” She grinned up at me but didn’t stop.
“Fuck, Navy,” I said on a laugh.
“That’s the plan.”
I laughed again. Had sex ever been this fun? This was what I’d been missing—not just the feel of her mouth on me, but the laughter, the teasing. It was so comfortable being with her like this. I still felt like a virgin, but like a confident one—finding my footing alongside someone I trusted.
But if she didn’t stop soon, I’d bring a crushing halt to this and I wasn’t ready to embarrass myself just yet. I scooped her up under her arms, pulling her back up the length of my body. “I’m impatient too.”