I nod. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

“What’s it taste like?”

I frown. “I don’t know how to describe it. Kind of…musky? A little sweet, a little sour. I don’t know. That’s not right.” I slide my finger down to her cleft and swipe through her nether lips, finding her wet again. I drag my finger through her lips again, deeper, letting her essence slick my index finger. Then, with her eyes wide and nervous on mine, I put my finger into my mouth. “Mmmm. Yeah. Tasty. Can’t explain the way it tastes, though.”

“Oh, my god, Oz. You’re so crazy.” She blinks at me, grinning.

I slide my finger into her again, and this time I bring it to her lips. “Taste it. Taste yourself.”

She locks her eyes on me, and then, with only a slight hesitation, opens her mouth and closes her lips around my finger. Jesus, I feel my c**k twitch and tighten at the way she slides her mouth off my finger, erotic, teasing, tempting. Her eyes widen as she tastes herself, and then a smile curves her lips. She puts two fingers to my belly, smearing through the pool of my come, and before I can react, she tastes me on her fingers.

“Mmm. You taste good, too.” She licks her lips, and then glances down at my cock. “How long until you can come again?”

I shrug. “Not too long. Sooner, if you touch me.”

She laughs. “In that case…”

“Wait a second, though. Let me clean up.” I grab a dirty shirt off the floor, but Kylie takes it from me.

“Let me do it.” She smiles at me, gentle, hesitant, and sweet.

She wipes at my stomach, folds the fabric and wipes again, once more, and then I’m clean and the shirt is across the room in a ball. And she’s touching me, thumb and two fingers holding my still-flaccid cock. But at her touch, I feel myself respond, feel the tightening deep inside. I watch her touch me, and my hands are on her skin, moving over her shoulders, brushing her hair away and sliding down her arm. I cup one of her boobs, touch the nipple and feel it go hard under the pad of my thumb. She grins at me, and strokes my hardening member. We’re silent, touching each other, feeling no hurry. I just want to memorize the feel of her skin, her soft pale skin. I want to touch and kiss every inch of her. She looks at me, and I lean in and our lips meet, and now we’re truly lost, the kiss flying us up and away. Her hand tightens on my cock, which is nearly fully erect, and my hands are palming her ribs and her tits and cupping her hip, tilting her toward me to finally get a handful of her ass. And oh, god, her ass is so perfect. Firm, full, supple, a wonderland I could never get enough of.

She breaks the kiss and nuzzles my chest. “God, Oz. I seriously love the way you touch me.”

I should be afraid of how easily we’re both tossing around the word “love,” but I’m not. Why, I don’t dare examine. But I’m not.

“Kylie, have I mentioned yet how much I love your ass?” I pull her toward me, move out of the way so she rolls to her stomach. I kiss her spine and take a long time to look at her gloriously round ass. I palm it in both hands, knead, grip, caress. “Like, for real.”

She sighs. “Really? It’s not too big?”

I can’t help but laugh. “God, no. Just like your tits. Big and round and perfect, and so f**king gloriously gorgeous I can’t even stand it. Every single time we hang out together, it’s an ongoing effort to not stare at your ass.”

She hides in the crook of her arm. “You aren’t very successful at not staring, Oz, I hate to tell you.” She glances at me through a tangle of hair. “I’ve caught you staring so many times, and you know what? I don’t mind it. I like it. I like knowing you can’t stop looking at me.”

“And now that I’ve seen you naked, seen every perfect inch of you, I’ll never be able to stop looking. Or touching.”

“You don’t have to.” She shifts to her side, her hair a messy curtain across her face. “You can touch me whenever you want. You can do what you want. I trust you, Oz.”

I brush the hair from her eyes. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

She frowns. “Of course. You’d never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.”

She puts her hand on my back and pulls me toward her, down to her. “No, not on purpose. And here’s the thing, Oz: I know you’ll hurt me someday, somehow. That doesn’t scare me. Everyone gets hurt. But I’m strong, Oz. I can take it. As long as you’re honest and real and you don’t flake out on me, or run from me without telling me, nothing can keep me away. Just…just don’t ever lie to me. And don’t leave me. If you have to go, if for some reason you decide you’ve had enough of us, or of me, just tell me. Promise me that? It’s the only promise I’ll ever ask you to make me.”

This is serious suddenly. Can I promise her that?

Fuck yeah.

“I promise. No lies. I won’t run. I swear.”

Her eyes go soft and deep and tender, and full of something that could be the seeds of love. “Does this make us officially a couple?”

“Do you want us to be?”

She nods. “Yes. Do you?”

I have to consider that. Eventually, I nod. “Yeah, I do. And you should know, Kylie. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Not anything real, or serious.”

This makes her inordinately happy. “I’m your first real girlfriend?”

“First real friend. First real girlfriend. You’re my first real anything, sweetness.” I sweep the back of my knuckles across her cheekbone. “You’re the only real thing in my whole life.”

“God, Oz.” She seems on the verge of crying, but she doesn’t. Instead, she pulls me down for a kiss, pulls me over her so I’m kneeling between her legs. “I want to…be with you. I want to have sex with you. Make love with you. I don’t know what to call it, but that’s what I want. Right now.”

A bolt of reality hits me. “Shit, Kylie. I don’t—I don’t have any condoms. And you’re not on birth control, are you?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I rest my head between her br**sts. “We have to wait, then. I can’t—I won’t take any chances with that.” And maybe this will be a bit of salvation, holding off on at least full-on sex with her until she’s eighteen.

She touches my cheek. “That’s okay, Oz. I’m glad you thought of it, because I didn’t. All I was thinking of was how good you make me feel.”




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