Eternal Heat (Firework Girls #3) by J. L. White Page B

deeply, his hand up my shirt and under my bra. I have one leg hooked loosely around him. He starts kissing behind my ear and I shiver from the tingles he’s giving me. “Let’s go upstairs,” I whisper.
    It’s not the first time we’ve moved a make out session to his bed. He kisses me again, then sits back on his knees, taking me by the hand. We get to our feet and jog up the stairs, casting glances out the window the whole way, to make sure we’re not spotted by the rare passersby on the lawn.
    As we cross the landing and head to his bedroom, I take out one of my braids. When we get to his room and he closes the door behind us, he helps with the last one. Something about making out with my hair down just adds to the whole thing. I know he likes it too because of the way his eyes get that burning look when he first sees my hair loose.
    It’s the same look he’s giving me now. He puts both hands through my hair at the scalp, running his fingers down until he reaches my waist. He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, kissing me so expertly I’ve decided it’s as natural a talent for him as playing the piano.
    His erection presses against me and I return the pressure, holding him firmly around his lower back. There’s too much material between us though, so we pause just long enough to slip off our jeans and tops. I’m only in my bra and underwear, and he’s in his boxers. His length is straining against the material. The sight of it increases the heat of the blood coursing through my body even more.
    He takes my hands and walks backwards, leading me toward the bed. I lay down with him willingly. We’re on our sides, facing each other. I press my chest and stomach against his as his tongue dives into my mouth again. I wrap one leg around him. Now that there’s so little fabric between us, the pressure of him against my mound is more intense.
    I feel a little flutter of nerves, thinking about how far I want to go if he’s willing, but I don’t want to stop. In fact, the further along this goes, the more sure I am.
    He unhooks my bra and we work together to slide it off and toss it aside. He rolls over on top of me and I wrap both legs around him. We grind against each other rhythmically. It still amazes me that such hardness against otherwise sensitive areas should feel so good, but it does. He feels amazing. He squeezes both my breasts, then leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. I arch my breasts up to meet him. As he sucks and works my nipples, the heat and aching between my legs only increases.
    I rub my hands all over his firm back and shoulders. When he increases the sucking on my breast, I grab the back of his hair and push him into me. I’m panting heavily and trying not to moan too much, but sounds of pleasure escape me anyway.
    He comes back up and we dive into a deep kiss, holding each other firmly. I run one hand down his back and slip under the band of his shorts so I can squeeze his bare ass. He cups one hand on my cheek, kisses me deeper, and thrusts his erection against me even harder.
    He hits my clit just perfect, and a spike of pleasure zips through me. He thrusts me again, in the same spot, and we both moan. He does it again and I’m getting so shaky I wonder if it’s possible to come just like this.
    At this point, he lifts off me a bit, breathing hard. He has that heavy-lidded look I’ve come to recognize. He’s as worked up as I am.
    “If we’re going to stop,” he breathes, “we should probably stop.”
    “I don’t want to stop,” I say.
    He pulls back half an inch more, looking me right in the eye. I hold his gaze. Just looking at him makes my heart flip over. “Are you sure?” he asks.
    I nod. “Unless you’re not ready...”
    Still breathing heavily, he looks at me for just a moment. Maybe he’s not there yet. I’m careful not to let my disappointment show. He’s never pushed me and I won’t do that to him either.
    “No, I want to,” he says.
    I give him a shy