First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 74

  Dani's breath is shaky, her fingers still laced in mine as I pull her closer, just enough for her legs to brush the chair's arms. The desk lamp glows soft, catching her flushed cheeks and parted lips. She watches me like she's unsure what's next but hungry for it.

  I press a slow kiss to her stomach, just under the hem of her shirt. "Take this off."

  Without a word, she lifts it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her bare skin under the warm light is like fire in my veins.

  "Everything," I say, voice low and steady.

  Dani's eyes catch mine... wide, raw, hungry. She doesn't hesitate. That trust wrecks me. She strips out of the rest of her clothes slow and sure. Not shy. Not with me. I watch her with a heat rising so sharp it nearly burns. She watches me as I stand, clearing my laptop and anything else in the way off the desk, making space between us.

  "Sit," I murmur, voice rougher now, guiding her up onto the desk. Her bare skin meets the cool wood, thighs parting slightly as she settles near the edge. I lower into the chair, eyes level with her pussy. I spread her legs wider and rest her feet on the chair arms.

  "Right there."

  Her chest rises and falls. Nipples hard, mouth open and heat rolling off her skin like waves. The way her body looks, exposed and wanting, is almost too much.

  "Touch yourself," I say.

  Dani freezes for a second, surprised, like she needs permission, then her eyes lock on mine. She slides her fingers slowly between her folds, hesitating just a beat before pressing harder. Her head tips back, a soft gasp escaping, shoulders rolling back as her body arches slightly. Her other hand drifts to her thigh, then grips the edge of the desk, grounding herself.

  I watch her, heat coiling tight. Her movements aren't frantic, they're deliberate, testing, teasing herself while watching me. Her fingers brush over her clit in small circles, then glide along her wetness, slipping inside and curling gently. A quiet whine escapes her lips, half surprise, half pleasure.

  "Fuck," I murmur, voice low, chest tightening at the sight. My clit throbs at the raw need in her body.

  "Dani," I breathe.

  Her eyes open, glimmering, wet. "Yes?" She moans, moving her hips slightly against her own fingers, letting the desk catch the subtle grind.

  I roll the chair closer, leaning in. She freezes, confusion flickering, and then I press my hand to her thigh, thumb tracing slow circles up toward her hip. The touch makes her shiver.

  Her fingers pull back, then tangle in my hair as I press my mouth to the soft skin just above her knee. A sharp intake of breath, her hips twitching. I move slowly, tasting her inner thigh, letting her adjust, teasing her with gentle flicks of my tongue closer to her folds.

  "Oh..." she gasps, hips pressing against my mouth without thought, fingers tightening in my hair. She rocks slightly, experimenting, searching for the exact pressure that makes her gasp again. Her legs quiver, thighs trembling around me, and she lets out a shaky moan that's half surprise, half surrender.

  I grip her hips lightly, letting her feel supported but not restrained. Tongue flicking, circling, tracing, then pressing deeper, I explore her wetness. She moans low and ragged, back arching as her hands wander, brushing my shoulders, tangling in my hair, letting me know she's lost in it.

  "Jesus, Taytum..." she chokes, breath sharp.

  Her breaths come in waves, uneven, body adjusting and shivering under my touch. Every movement is small, reactive, real, no perfection, just two bodies figuring each other out.