Instead of You(42)

“I didn’t want to get cold,” she answered by way of explanation. I squinted in the dark and looked down at an oversized hoodie, a pair of sweatpants, and peeking just above the waistband of those, was the waistband of a pair of jeans.

“Are you seriously wearing two pairs of pants?” More snickers.

“I get cold easily.” She pouted and I wanted to kiss her lips so f*cking bad. So I did.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, biting gently, hands gently resting on either side of her neck. I released her lip only to ask, “Mind if I remove a few layers? I promise to keep you warm.” She nodded slightly, then reached down and pulled her hoodie over her head. Then she reached down again and I smiled as she pulled the long-sleeved t-shirt over her head, only to reveal a tank top. She threw both her tops in the corner of the tent, so I stripped off my own jacket, tossing it in the same corner. Then I moved down and pulled the sweatpants over her hips. She helped, lifting up so I could get them down her legs.

I wanted to take everything off, wanted access to all of her, but I knew we needed to take it slow. I also knew, no matter how much I wanted her in that moment, I didn’t want our first time together to be in a tent at a high school party. But I did want part of her, just a tiny piece to tuck away, something between us.

I leaned back down, one hand resting on the ground beside her head, the other on her waist, and put my mouth to her neck. I heard her gasp, felt her stomach muscles tighten beneath me, and it only spurred me on. I trailed wet, hard kisses up the column of her throat, only to move back down again. Her body started moving beneath me, breaths quickening, hips rolling. My hand moved up her waist, her tank top bunching up, moving with my hand, until I felt the swell of her breast. She arched into me and I knew she wanted me to touch her there.

I slipped my fingers beneath the hem of her thin tank, stopped kissing her, and breathed out a rough, “Is this all right?”

“Yes,” she replied instantly.

My fingers dipped under her shirt and moved to cover her breast. I felt the lace of her bra and palmed her, while my mouth moved over her jaw and back to her lips. She fit perfectly in my hand, and that small fact wasn’t lost on me. In fact, every single part of her fit perfectly against me. I stopped kissing her just long enough to pull her tank top over her head, but she surprised me when she sat up, forcing me to also, then climbing onto my lap. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands gripped the bottom of my shirt and brought it up slowly, tugging it off me. Her eyes found mine, and without words, she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and tossed it in the corner with the rest of our clothes.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and I tried to keep my eyes on hers, tried hard not to be that guy who is distracted by boobs, but I couldn’t help it. I loved her, all of her, and this was the first time she was showing me a part of herself that was sacred. My eyes lowered.

Fuck.

She was perfect.

I always knew she would be.

My hands went to her, gently cupping both her breasts, and I saw her chest shake with a shattering breath, goose bumps breaking out over her sensitive flesh. I dragged my thumb over her perfectly pink-brown nipple, and even in the dark of the tent I could see it stretch and stiffen, reacting to my touch.

“Christ, Kenz, you’re gorgeous.”

“Hayes,” she whispered, wrapping her legs tighter around me as her hands gripped the back of my neck. My arms instinctively moved to wrap around her waist, and then we were pressed together, skin to skin, and I almost couldn’t believe it was real. She was softer than I imagined, her hair silkier, skin warmer. Everything about her was more.

Our mouths devoured each other, my hands trying to feel every bit of her exposed to me, and f*ck, when she started rocking her hips against me I lost it. I lifted her, laid her back down on the sleeping bag, and pulled my mouth from hers.

“You stop me if you’re not comfortable, Kenz. I swear, just tell me no, and I’ll back off, but right now, my mouth wants to taste more of you.” She nodded, biting her bottom lip, and I started pressing open kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, and across the swell of her breasts. I used one hand to palm her, squeezing her, loving the whimpers that came from her mouth. Then I slowly moved my mouth to her other breast, using my tongue to circle her, watching her eyes roll back in her head, then taking her fully in my mouth. I sucked gently at first, wanting to watch her react to my mouth, but when she rolled up, making the most beautiful sounds of pleasure, I couldn’t help but draw her even further in, sucking hard, all while pinching her other nipple between my fingers.

“Baby, you have to be quiet,” I murmured around her breast after she let out a low, guttural moan. I thought about someone hearing her cry out, and that alone made me uneasy—I didn’t want anyone to hear her but me. Her sounds were for me alone. But if someone heard her, they’d know she was with someone, and we didn’t need that kind of talk.

“I’m trying,” she gasped. “Oh, God…,” she cried softly as I pulled her nipple back in my mouth. “Please, Hayes,” she started.

“What, Kenzie? Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know….”

I moved my hands to the side, trailing lightly over her ribs, and placed a line of small kisses down the center of her. I paid special attention to her navel, but all that got me was more panting and low moaning. When I made it to the closure on her jeans, I met her eyes, silently asking her if she wanted me to stop. She gave me a small nod, and I swear I’d never felt luckier in my life.