The Hardest Thing

Lesson 2

Two week later, Anthony was still helping me.

Hands ran through my hair as lips met mine. It was like I was oxygen and he couldn't get enough air to breathe. "Jess. You taste so good. I don't think ill ever get tired of kissing you. How could I ever?" Anthony looked at me smiling, "You alright?" I nodded. He bit his bottom lip gazing at me. "Next lesson?" "Yeah."

"I think you'll like this one..." His lips drifted to my neck placing soft kisses. "In this lesson, I'm going to show you how to make out. I don't mean just kiss. I mean make out." "Okay."

Anthony took off his hat throwing it off the bunk. He leaned over closing the bunk curtain. "Hey." "Hi." His dark eyes looked like they could see right through me. My blanket was pulled over us as he pulled me close," Do you trust me?" "Yes." His legs tangled with mine as he kissed me. It started off slow then slightly got deeper as his lips kept tasting me. Anthony french kissed me as I tried to keep up. His kisses left me breathless. I felt his hands on my back and my face. "Mmmm...Jess." Anthony moved so he was above me with me on the bunk. His lips moved to my neck, hands on my side, kissing me crazy. I could feel his body ontop of mine. "Jess...I think I should stop. I can't control myself. I thought i could, but I can't," he whispered against my neck. "Anthony don't. It's okay." "We should...stop Jess." I took his face in my hand, " Please don't. It's okay. I want to." "Jess, you're turning me on." "Um...i thought that was the point..." "It is but I don't want to go to fast. We were just making out." "You make me feel good Anthony. Please don't stop." He smiled. "I'm going to need a long cold shower after this." His lips met mine once more like he was gasping for air.