It had been a few weeks since Gavin’s little stunt in the café. I’d dared him to admit he was into Megan after I showed him just how little his taunt affected me. He’d stormed off and she’d disappeared too. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they ended up somewhere together.

Since then, Biscuit and I had been spending more and more time together. I hadn’t pushed, but the last few times we were alone had been close calls. I’d never been this hard up. But there was something innocent and trusting in her eyes—I never let it go too far.

Tonight she’d roped me into watching Pride and Prejudice, and only because it was the zombie version I didn’t put up a fight. In the middle of a battle, she turned to me with a grin. Something wicked flashed in her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said, breathing out the words like they were a promise.

Bumping walls while we tongue tangled our way up the stairs, we barely made it to my room. She closed the door and leaned up against it with her hands tucked behind her. I slipped my fingers through the curtain of her hair and took her lips to explore her mouth with my tongue. She tasted like sour apple, which contrasted with her wild strawberry scent. I took a chance and kissed down the line of her jaw until her fingers curled in my hair. She pressed her hands on my chest, and I gave in, taking a half step back dropping my arms. She grasped the hem of my shirt.

There was a second as I silently questioned her before she moved to help me out of it. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The action left her hair messy around her head. I took a brief moment to sweep it back before curling a hand around her nape to draw her close again. I wasn’t in a rush, and was still unsure how far she was going to take this.

“I want this,” she announced.

Maybe if I hadn’t been so worked up for several weeks, I might have asked if she was sure. As it was, glancing down to see tits almost overflowing her bra sent me over the edge.

Things moved fast after that. I unhooked her bra and she shrugged out of it. I cupped her breast, feeling her softness, as I’d wanted to for a while.

Her hands got greedy and urgent. The tips of her fingernails grazed up my chest and I shivered in response. I took her mouth again, gliding my hands down the sides of her ribcage and back up to stop at the undersides of her breasts. I waited a second more before stroking the pads of my thumbs over the tips of them. They tightened in response. I groaned into her mouth only to groan again when her hand slipped to the waistband of my pants.

My cock was made of steel and poked at my pants like a rod.

“Are you sure?”

I didn’t add that if we went any further my control would be lost.

“Yes.”

The slight hesitancy in her response made me cautious. I dropped my hands to the button of her jeans and snapped it open, but I didn’t do anything else.

Understanding my reluctance, she popped the button on my jeans and took it further by sliding the zipper down.

“I’m not afraid,” she said.

Her words had been spoken so softly, I wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince.

She didn’t give me time to question her about it. She pushed my jeans down and then worked on her own. We moved with urgency to shrug out of them while watching each other.

She finished last and stood hesitantly before me in only a tiny triangle of fabric. Her tits were fantastic, round and had filled my hand perfectly.

I felt cool air as the head of my cock popped from the confines of my boxer briefs. She hadn’t noticed, her eyes holding mine.

With slow steps I drew her back toward the bed. When the back of my calf touched the mattress, I pulled her down on top of me, rocking the bed to bang against the wall.

She giggled, having no idea how maddening that sound was. Her hair fanned on my neck as she placed a hot kiss to my mouth. I grabbed her ass, needing to feel the friction between us.

I flipped her over, leaving her caged under me. When she laughed, I pushed strands of hair from her face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

As if she didn’t know or didn’t believe what I said, she blushed.

She licked her lips before catching the corner between her teeth. Then she reached for me. I caught her wrist, because if she touched me, I would explode.

As I leaned down to kiss those pretty lips of hers, I moved to pin her arms over her head.

A look of uncertainty entered her eyes, and I caught myself, letting her go. She’s new at this, I chided myself. I didn’t want her to think she didn’t have a choice. I rocked back to sit on my legs, leaving my weight off of her. Though it took a monumental effort, I wouldn’t go any further.

“We don’t have to do anything more.”