“I read this wrong. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” he says quietly and shoves at my chest again. I let the bottom half of my body rest between his thighs.
“Does that feel like you read it wrong?” I ask, indicating my hard c**k I was trying to hide while we were wrestling. He is just as hard as I am.
His brow furrows. “But when I kissed you….”
“You surprised me. That’s it,” I interrupt. “Do it again,” I challenge, leaving this in his hands. I would never do anything that might scare him.
I lower my head so my lips are hovering over his. His eyes flash down to my lips, and he licks his. If he doesn’t do something soon, I am going to self-combust. He presses his lips against mine, and I’m ready for him this time. With the first stroke of his tongue against mine, every bit of willpower I
