As he put his arms around my waist I shook like a leaf in the wind. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. All of the things I could do to ruin this ran through my mind as if it were a race. My face heated as he pulled me closer, thankfully seeming to take my shivers as something else.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
His voice cut through me, making me look down at him before quickly turning away as his wondering eyes shot heat through my core.
I’d always adored blue.
My arms, which had wrapped themselves around me, were pulled to him. I hoped beyond hope he wouldn’t notice my hands shaking. He began to lay back, gently shifting me over him til I lay on his shoulder. He chuckled lowly as my body tensed.
“Don’t overthink it.”
“Too late.”
I muttered softly, my voice surely lost in the wind that battered against my cheek. He held me tighter, turning his head and grabbing my chin with his free hand. My head tilted up and my breath grew shorter as his eyes borded into mine.
“Fuck”
Before I could respond to the harsh word his lips met mine. He fought for dominance, a battle easily won. I vaguely noticed he had pulled me completely on top of him. I began to pull back, prepared to protest but his tongue joined his lips and the words were lost. A low whimper was all that came out, pushing him to pull me impossibly closer. His tongue ate away at all the doubts creeping into my mind.
In that moment I’d felt more alive then I had in months.
There was no “plain” or “ugly”. Fat no longer worried me, I felt tiny, swallowed in his embrace. I felt no shame in my wiggling on his lap feeling his hardness pressed against me. A burst of confidence as I realized I was doing this to him. As his scent filled my lungs I grew crazed, my lips firmer I kissed harder.
His groan only drove me to grip his soft hair, tugging lightly as our mouths danced a tango.
My friends voice shook me out of my trance, only for him to pull me back into it with his hand on my lower back. Tingles shot down my spine and goosebumps erupted as he drifted to cup my ass.
The second call went unnoticed as he began to draw my lips into his mouth, sucking on them like candy.
My hips moved to an unheard rythm. He broke apart from me and kissed up my jaw. His tongue making another appearance on my neck a small moan rose from my parted lips. Perhaps taking this as encouragement he sucked lightly at my pulse, which was beating erratically. My eyes rolled back and a whimper left me as I tugged his hair closer.
The third call did not resonate in my scattered brain.
I don’t believe you could have faulted me. When his hands found their way under the leggings I wore, his warm hands groping me as his fingers attempted to find a path to my wet heat. My legs attempted to close but his hips kept them spread. I began to shake slightly, worry growing in me at the very thought of him touching me in such a place. My hands moved to his shoulders as I prepared to pull away.
The laughter, much closer then I had heard the calls, pushed me to move back from him.
I stood quickly, attempting to catch my breath as it flew up into the air.
His hands moved out to pull me close again, but I sidestepped them, tripping as my legs felt like jelly.
He smirked as he gripped my elbow, lifting me up.
I began to shake my head but couldn’t hold in the ecstatic smile threatening to break out on my face.
I rushed forward to my friend, stumbling with my cheeks flushed.
My body felt hot all over.
Which was strange if you considered the cold weather that we experienced, that night at the park right behind my best friends house.
