He wanted to kiss her, badly, and the only reason he waited was because he needed to hear more of those little noises she kept making. The panting, the almost-words… It was better than any music he’d ever heard. The places where Valerie bit him chafed under his cotton shirt, in a good way. It was crazy hard not to pull her clothes off. In fact, Brian couldn’t recall the last time he just fooled around with somebody like this, and even with his clothes on, it was so hot it had to be indecent.
But his knees were jell-o. The part of his brain responsible for basic commands like ‘keeping standing up’ was short-circuiting with each shift in the rhythm and pressure from her hand. The faster she went, the more he was worried about—
“Uh, god, come down here.”
Brian inched his shoes away from the door. Carefully, with an arm around her waist, he slid down it until he was sitting on the concrete with Valerie straddling his lap. It wasn’t completely innocent, the way his exploration of her deepened as she lowered to the ground. His thumb sought that hidden bundle of nerve endings and coaxed it to life. A broad circle, a tighter one, a brush side-to-side.
His right pant leg was soaking up spilled beer. He didn’t care. Valerie was backlit and her hair was on fire.
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He wanted to kiss her, badly, and the only reason he waited was because he needed to hear more of those little noises she kept making. The panting, the almost-words… It was better than any music he’d ever heard. The places where Valerie bit him chafed under his cotton shirt, in a good way. It was crazy hard not to pull her clothes off. In fact, Brian couldn’t recall the last time he just fooled around with somebody like this, and even with his clothes on, it was so hot it had to be indecent.
But his knees were jell-o. The part of his brain responsible for basic commands like ‘keeping standing up’ was short-circuiting with each shift in the rhythm and pressure from her hand. The faster she went, the more he was worried about—
“Uh, god, come down here.”
Brian inched his shoes away from the door. Carefully, with an arm around her waist, he slid down it until he was sitting on the concrete with Valerie straddling his lap. It wasn’t completely innocent, the way his exploration of her deepened as she lowered to the ground. His thumb sought that hidden bundle of nerve endings and coaxed it to life. A broad circle, a tighter one, a brush side-to-side.
His right pant leg was soaking up spilled beer. He didn’t care. Valerie was backlit and her hair was on fire.
He leaned up and kissed her.