His palms pressed against her, pulling, pushing, massaging, any and everything all at once since her body felt so warm, so welcoming and perfect to him. She was perfect. She couldn’t see that, he knew, but he tried to show her this every day he saw her. How he would draw for her, play his guitar, touch her hand or kiss her in any way he dared. Now though, this was a way of kissing they had finally dared to try and it was as wonderful as he had anticipated it to be.
But mostly because she was the other person he was sharing it with.
If he had his say, and he hoped he did in this manner, no body else would kiss her like this. It was foolish to be possessive though, and to think like that. His parents had told him love came and went, but to always hold onto those you love at the time as much as you could, to let them know you love them now rather than later.
He would show Katelynn every second of the day how much he adored her if he could but it would probably be overwhelming.
“Mnnhh…” he breathed through his nose as their tongues pushed together, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth to join his before he pushed back, his allowing itself entrance to her mouth instead. He could taste the sandwich she had taken a few bites of, and her toothpaste just beyond that. An odd combination but not unpleasant because it was her lips, her breath, her… gosh. Her taste.
Only now did the anxieties finally fall silent.
Oh whatever being in the sky, he was making noises and she felt her face flame up, her tongue dancing a bit more against his in reaction to it. He was stirring up a new feeling she had never felt before, her thighs rubbing together in an unsure way.
What was happening to her there? Was this normal?
Her mind wondered about it while her mouth was busy against his, her tongue feeling like it was dancing with his to a song only they could hear. This felt wonderful, fantastic even, and she knew when it ended she would dream of it.
When she had been young she had dreamed of prince charming, of being swept off her feet to live happily ever after. The fantasy had ended eventually but it felt like now it was coming back, imagining Jack as that prince. He definitely was, at least to her. She had finally found her prince.
The hands holding fistfuls of his shirt loosened, her palms resting against his chest to caress and roam, feeling his lean muscles. His body was perfect to her in every way and she began to wonder what he looked like under the shirt.
Her face turned into a cherry at the thought, bringing her mind back to the kiss.
He was by no means muscular, of course not. Could his people have been muscular, at all, or was he just a naturally slender, thin man? Impossible to say, to dare to guess, but he was by no means scrawny. She could feel the shape of his chest, how he had some slight muscle build that remained hidden beneath his loose fitting art shirts she’d seen him in, or in the black turtle necks he tended to wear any time he went outside.
Like now. As always, that black turtleneck was in place.
Though, for a brief, flashing moment he wished it wasn’t. To feel her hands touching his bare chest, to have her fingers brush over the faint chest hair he had, or… or even touch his nipples but oh my GOD he did not just think that at all. He shuddered at the thought and his own legs shifted, slightly, before the inevitable happened.
The kiss slowly, softly, almost like a sigh, broke. Both were unaware of the small trail of spit that connected their mouths. Thankfully so, since one, or both, might have died of embarrassing. Jack’s heart felt like it was about set to erupt out of his chest and go flying across the room, and his face felt so hot. But he opened his eyes and smiled at her shakily, cheeks and nose, as well as ears, tinted purple.
Only one word to explain all this.
“W-wow.”
Jack Maple 