Resentment(21)

He continues to stare as if he’s struggling with something. He’s looking at me like he wants me, like there’s nothing in life that he wants more.

“I love your lips,” He says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip in a circular motion. “I’ve thought about kissing them since sophomore year.”

His mouth latches onto mine and his hands are skimming down my sides. His lips are soft and the kiss is warm. I feel like I can get drunk off the taste of him.

His hands go around my waist. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. I can feel his erection through his shorts, pressing up against my thigh.

One of his hands continues to hold me up while the other goes to my pony tail, gently pulling me forward so he has better access to my neck.

As he trails light kisses along my collarbone and around the base of my neck, his free hand slowly unties the string of my bikini top.

“I don’t think this was a good idea,” he whispers, kissing my breast through the fabric. Then he pauses, looking up at me. “I think we should stop. I need to take you home.”

I look back at him, my heartbeat racing so loudly I’m scared he can hear it. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

“What?”

“I said, I don’t want you to stop.”

He’s quiet for a moment and then that familiar smile is back. “I’m not going to have sex with you in a pool, Mia. And I think you need to let me take you home before you do something you’ll regret.”

“I’m not going to regret anything,” I say. “I really don’t want you to stop.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but I beat him to it.

“I’m not going to regret it, Dean.” I repeat. “I’m really not.”

He gives me a brief kiss on the lips, and I can see that look from minutes earlier in his eyes. He re-ties my bikini top and we swim back to the other side of the pool.

As soon as we get there, he helps me out of the water and dries me off. He takes extra time to dry my hair as much as possible and helps me back into my clothes before addressing himself.

We rush back outside to his car and he drives to his house. (He takes the short way.)

“Do I need to wait for you to go inside first?” I ask as we pull into his driveway.

“Not at all. We don’t have to climb through the window, and my dad’s gone as usual.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses me before opening his door.

Leading me up to his room, he turns on a standing lamp. He looks me up and down and pulls me into his arms, kissing me softly.

“I would stay with you regardless of if we had sex or not,” he says against my lips, biting my bottom lip before I can respond. “Do you know that?”

I nod, unable to speak with the way he’s kissing me.

“So, are you sure you want to do this?” His arms tighten around me.

I nod again, but he pulls away from my mouth.

“I need you to say yes, Mia.” He looks into my eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes...”

He lets go of me and spins me around so my back is to his front. He grabs the hem of my hoodie and slowly pulls it over my head. He handles my T-shirt next, tossing it onto the floor, and then he pulls on the string of my bikini top, ever so slowly.

Sliding the bikini fabric down, he trails long, sweet kisses against my collarbone, making me moan with each touch of his tongue. His fingers expertly untie the strings of the bottom, and the second the bottom hits the floor, he spins me around to face him.

Exposed, I look away —blushing as I stand there completely naked.

He presses a hand against my cheek and tilts my head so I can face him again. “Don’t do that...It’s just me.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he slips out of his shirt and shorts, and my eyes travel down, seeing his cock for the first time, how huge it is. I feel my eyes widening, as I continue to stare at it.

Oh my god... I blush.

He lets out a soft laugh, and then he grabs my hand, he walks me over to his bed and lays me onto it.

“I need to ask you something personal.” He slowly moves on top of me, rendering me speechless as he kisses me again. “Is that okay?”

“Yes...” I moan as he swirls his tongue around my nipple.

“This may be presumptuous, but...” He blows against my skin. “Are you a virgin?”

I nod, trying to read his expression, but he gives nothing away.

Instead, he takes his time kissing his way down my body—trailing kisses against my neck, breasts, and stomach. He swirls his tongue against my belly button and rubs his hands against my thighs.

Looking up at me, he slowly slips one finger inside of me—slowly pushing it in and out. He kisses my stomach again and then, without warning, he blows a warm kiss against my pussy.