Ninteen

William’s POV

4 months later,

I feel the warmth of Karen’s skin on my hand as I seize her warm, wet lips in mine. She moans and arches her back against me, her bare breast pressing heavily against my chest. I suck her bottom lips and my finger moves on her bare back, up to her neck and she quiver.

“Will–iam I need you.” She says breathlessly, and I growl, knowing the feeling is mutual.

I lift her short flirty skirt and slip my hand past the silver band of her panties, touching her soft, wet spot that longs to be filled. She shivers into my hand, pulling away and biting her lips as my middle finger slips into her and my thumb rubs her button and my lip close on her left nipple. She moans, and she seems to want what I’m doing with both my hand and mouth if not crave it and she works her hips, moving it against my finger and her fingers bury in my hair and tug it roughly.

I hiss at my growing desire and the need to satisfy it and I pull away from her, making her whine and protest aga