Vanessa
I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling his rock-hard abdominal muscles. We continue kissing. Suddenly, the kiss isn't passionate but needy and messy.
It's my first needy, messy kiss—and I love it.
I move my palms to his back, caressing him.
Brent slides his left hand underneath my skirt and lace panties to squeeze my butt cheek.
Suddenly, his middle finger dips into my core.
I gasp, then moan.
Brent breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.
Another moan escapes me as I grab the front of his shirt and move against him.
He continues quickly, moving his finger within me, moving at a rhythm sexually consuming me. At the same time, Brent grinds himself against me.
I love the feel of his erection.
"Brent," I moan, burying my face against his chest.
Brent places his hands on my hips, pushing me away. "Do you have to go home tonight?"
Slowly, I shake my head—Grandpa Delta's at the hospital. When I go home, I'm alone.
Brent kisses me. "Stay."