She tilts her head just enough that our eyes meet. A breath. Two. Her hands move from their careful place to my neck, and the second I feel her fingers in my hair, I taste her mouth again. My hands move to her back, and when she arches I groan at the feel of her breasts against my chest.
I let her lead, with everything, content to have this, to kiss her raw and memorize every curve of her mouth and bend of her back. Her hands fall down my chest, though, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and lifting it up and over my head, her fingers retracing their path down my chest and abs to the button on my shorts. She grabs the waist of my shorts and pulls me closer, until my dick is pressed to the center of her legs, and the heat that radiates sends me to a place I don’t think I’ll have the power to come back from.
She’s wearing a thin, black T-shirt that I lift up easily, taking the black bra underneath away with it. My hands roam along her shoulder blades, the curve of her back and to her arms, but I keep my eyes on hers, almost afraid to look at this much of her. I know I’ll never be able to forget any of this, and if something goes wrong, which isn’t far from likely, I know the further in I fall, the more painful every memory will be.
Maddy’s hands trace along my shoulders and down my arms until she weaves her fingers with mine, and she pushes me away enough that I have no choice but to see all of the girl—every bit of her that I have dreamt of for years. Her hair tickles along her shoulders, barely falling down her front, the length not quite making it over her breasts. Her nipples are hard peaks, and I hunger for them.
“Goddamn, you’re everything I thought you would be, Maddy. You’re more,” I say, her eyes hazing with my words.
Her mouth curves up on the right, just slightly, and she holds onto my hands as she lowers herself back to the desk, arching the second her shoulders hit the wood, her head falling back until her hair cascades over the other side of the desk.
I let go of her hands and lay my palms flat against her bare stomach, my fingers aching to travel both directions, my cock so hard that I think I might break through the zipper on my pants. I indulge and lean forward, letting my hands travel up her ribs slowly, counting the deep breaths she takes in anticipation of my touch, teasing her when I meet the curve of her breast and taking my time arriving to the very tips. When my thumbs graze over her hard nipples, she whimpers, her body squirming and her back arching into me, begging for more pressure.
“You want more…here,” I say, leaning over her and taking one of the peaks into my teeth, holding on with light pressure while my tongue passes over her skin. I draw it out until she arches again, and then I suck hard, leaving her nipple pink and raw.
I stand tall and cup her breasts, letting my fingers tickle down her body, to her stomach, slowing as I pass over the band of her cotton shorts, then over the gray material until my thumbs hover just over her center.
“Or do you want more…” I pause, pressing my thumb against her, feeling how swollen and wet she is through her shorts. “Here?”
“Oh god,” she cries, and I rub her harder, her hips writhing on the end of the desk, her body wriggling to get closer to me.
I kneel in front of her, between her knees, hooking my fingertips in her waistband, sliding her shorts and the silky panties underneath over her hips, then down her thighs. I close my eyes once and breathe in slowly to force myself to take my time, to make sure I’m aware of any signs she gives, any hesitation I sense.
My hand starts at her calf, sliding slowly up her leg, over her knee and the inside of her leg until I reach the place I just was. I glance up to her body, one hand held hostage by her teeth gripping her knuckles and the other a fist on the wood of the desk until her fingers open and flex. I press my thumb against her, stroking her slowly, her body responding with my rhythm. I let my finger dip inside once, holding my place for a few seconds so she can adjust, until I feel her body relax as she rocks her hips to take me deeper. I lean forward, and I taste her with my tongue, feeling how ready she is, tasting how badly she wants me—wants this.
Unable to hold on to slow, I stand and unbutton my shorts, dropping them to the floor and taking my cock in my hand, stroking it while I stand before her bare naked body, splayed open and ready for me on an old wooden desk. Papers have slid to the floor, my uncle’s tools have fallen—her beautiful body amid the mess we’ve made. I don’t have anything with me. This…this…is not something I have done for several months. And this time is different, it’s more. I rest my hand against her pelvis and step forward, sliding my tip along her soft folds, teasing her until I’m coated in her, until nothing less will do but burying my dick deep inside her.