Chapter 3: Anita

My hands roamed over his chest and abs through his t-shirt. Now that I had the chance to touch what I'd been drooling over for years, I wasn't going to waste it. Evan let out a satisfied groan, his arm held me tighter until our entire bodies were pressed together. My breasts were against his chest, hardened nipples rubbed against his hard chest as I panted for breath in between kisses. A massive heat grew between my thighs, and I wanted to touch myself there. Better yet, I wanted Evan to do it.

He broke off the kiss, and I made a sound of com-plaint, moving on my tiptoes as I pressed even closer, as I tried to get to his lips. Instead, I felt something like a bulge at his crotch press back, and it took a few seconds to realize what it was. That froze me in place. Evan curs-ed above me, and I heard him swallow.

"How far are you willing to go?" Evan asked on a ragged breath.

I blinked and looked up at him, still trying to catch my bearings and my breath.

"What?" I whispered.

"I want you," he said, voice low and hot, intense. "Can I take your clothes off?"

"Oh."

They were just words, but they were too much for me. I'd never been with a guy, only touched myself while locked away in my bedroom, or my bathroom, and every time with Evan in my mind. Now, I had him in front of me. My hesitation melted away, as the ache in my nipples and between my legs grew. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but I didn't hesitate.

"Please," I whimpered, as I clung to him.

Evan released a wild grin, before his head came down and he kissed me harder than he had before, more fiercely. I was overwhelmed, but the right kind, the kind that made me struggle hard to get even closer to him. He didn't hesitate to yank the bottom of my top, and we separated for a second so he could tug it off before our lips fused again.

As his mouth focused on mine, his hands roamed over my body. He explored the narrow expanse of my waist, down to the gentle flare of my hips, up around the long silky stretch of my back and down again. His touch relaxed me, but it also enervated me and it felt as if every single one of my nerves were alive and begging for his touch. Then, he brought his hands around and up to cup my breasts. I whined as another jolt pulsed through my body. The fabric of my bra was thin, and as he rhythmi-cally squeezed his hands, I could feel my nipples rub against his palms through the material. The heat between my thighs grew hotter and I all but pranced in pace with a need I could not name.

"Please," I said again in a gasp, desperate. "Please, please."

Evan's mouth had moved to my neck, where he left wet, open-mouthed kisses, and I occasionally felt the slick swipe of his tongue after his teeth nipped my skin gently, nips that sent little shocks through my body that made me tremble. I had no idea what I was begging for, but I kept asking.

"I know exactly what you need, baby," he growled as if he heard the thought, before he pressed a kiss to the curve of my breast.

It was one shock after another tonight, and I got more when he kissed my nipples through my bra, sucking my flesh into his mouth. I had to bite my lip to hold back a very loud moan as desire shot from where he sucked to that firepit between my thighs. My legs felt weak, and I was sure, if he wasn't holding me up, that I would have already melted to the closet floor.

Then, his hands reached around my back. I barely noticed when my bra's clasp came undone. I was starting to think it was a little unfair that I was getting naked so quickly, and I became bold enough to try and take his off. When he pulled back from my chest, I lifted his t-shirt up. He quickly pulled it off, and I struggled out of my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"So, fucking beautiful," Evan said with a sigh, as his hands went to my waist while he looked at my breasts.

I suddenly whirled around so he could press me to the back of the closet. That door was way too flimsy for where this was headed. A few clothes hung there, but he'd pushed them aside. It was darker in the back, and his much larger body blocked most of the light from me, but I knew the closet door would have fallen open if we pushed it too hard. It was closed, not locked.

His arms went around me as he started to kiss me again, and we both groaned as our naked chests touched. Then, he pulled back, our panted breaths loud in the small space.

"This is your first time, right?" I heard him ask.

I froze.