The Boy Next Door [on hold]
. My eyes fluttered shut, and his warm lips pressed against mine. I kissed back, gladly. His lips moved hungrily against mine, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. His warm hand was on my waist, just under my shirt. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I gladly opened my mouth to let him in.
His taste was intoxicating, his scent making me crave more. I wrapped my legs around him, and he picked up. His hand on my ass, his other in my hair, he was carrying me. He pulled away slightly, and I lifted the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it on the floor.