Page 127 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“I’m not scared,” she says in a rush. “I⁠—”

“You what, darlin’?”

“I need…” Her cheeks are blazing.

“You need…”

“You.”

I lean in, stealing her lips. Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me in place as I kiss her as if she’s my next breath.

I fight my instincts to pull her closer, to grind her pussy against my aching cock. Hell knows we’re both desperate for the friction.

But this isn’t about that.

It’s about her. It’s about proving to her that we can take it slow, that I’m willing to build her trust. That I don’t give a fuck if it takes for-fucking-ever as long as I can have this. Her in my arms, her lips against mine.

“Calvin,” she whimpers into my mouth. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I breathe back.

“T-touch me.”

My hands are still locked on her hips, but at her instruction, they slide upwards.

She gasps as I brush over her waist, but she doesn’t stop me. Nor does she when my fingers bump over her ribs.

“Oh God,” she moans, her head falling back when my thumbs brush the underside of her bare breasts.

“You’re…you’re not wearing a bra.”

She shakes her head.

“You’ve been like this all evening, and I didn’t know?”

I mean, I hoped she was bare beneath it, but I wasn’t really expecting it.

“Easy access,” she whispers before arching her back and offering herself up to me.

My hands move without instruction from my brain, and she cries out when I gently squeeze her breasts.

“Oh my god, yes,” she gasps.

She’s the perfect handful. And her nipples…fuck, I bet they're incredible.

I want to rip my hoodie from her body and look, but I won’t. If she wants it gone, then she can remove it.

I pinch the hardened buds, and she instantly begins rolling her hips, seeking friction.

“So fucking hard for you right now,” I tell her.

“More,” she begs. “Please, Calvin. Give me more.”

As if she needs to ask.

But despite her pleas, I keep my focus on her tits for a little while longer. She whimpers and moans as I tease her, pinching her nipples and gently squeezing her swollen breasts.

Her hips move faster and faster, but she never finds what she’s seeking.