Page 47 of The Love We Make

“And that is what I love about you.” Our lips reconnected and he led me backward to the couch. I sat down when my knees hit and he followed me, practically straddling me. I could feel his hardness pressing into my stomach and he slowly ground down, trying to find friction. As he did, he lifted his lips from mine and looked at my face.

Studied it.

I trembled involuntarily under his scrutiny. My hips shifted upward. From how he straddled me, I couldn’t find any friction, any relief. I couldn’t even touch myself because I couldn’t reach behind him. And from the look on his face, he was doing it on purpose.

I groaned in frustration. I wasn’t mad, I was completely turned on. And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Was it always like this? Is this what I had been missing?

He used both hands and grabbed my neck, angling my head as high as it would go so he could kiss me again. Then slowly, he made his way down my neck, my arm, my fingers. And when I was good and dazed and had no idea what was going on, he grabbed my hips and flipped us so he was sitting and I was straddling him. He pulled me back by the hips and held me firmly in place, keeping me from rubbing on him and using his body to pleasure myself.

Pure torture.

“How many bases have you been to Maddy?” He asked with a look of power on his face.

“I don’t know the bases, remember?” I breathed.

“Have you kissed someone before?”

“Yes. You know I have. But never like that,” I said honestly and licked my lips hoping he would kiss me again. But he didn't. Instead, for my honest answer, he moved me back and forth over his hard dick that was straining against his jeans. It was just the respite I was seeking.

And it was over before I was ready.

Gah!

“Have you ever had fingers inside of you. Someone else’s fingers?”

I closed my eyes and nodded. I had definitely been to whatever base that was.

“Open your eyes and answer me,” Ethan demanded softly.

“Yes, I have had someone’s fingers inside of me.” Again, I was rewarded with more friction. More relief.

Yet, not enough. He stopped again.

I wanted to beat his chest and scream at him for teasing me. But I also didn’t want him to stop. It was a dilemma I left alone.

“Has anyone ever had their mouth on you, Maddy?” He was vague, but I knew what he meant.

“Yes,” his eyes widened at my response. “Joey Diaz, senior year.”

He choked a laugh, trying to contain his amusement. “You did not.”

I nodded and bit my lip. “I had a major crush on him. He promised me the world. Our whole relationship lasted 37 hours.”

“Where was I?” He asked, no longer teasing me but interested in my answer.

“Probably with Marsha Thompson,” I shot at him. I was never jealous or upset that he used to hook up with Marsha, but since we were exchanging high school sex stories, I thought I should throw it into the mix.

“Pshh, probably not,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “But I get what you’re trying to say.”

Did he? Because I thought I was just teasing him.

“I was a bad best friend senior year,” he said. “I was about to get drafted, girls gave me so much attention, guys wanted to be around me. Had I been a better friend, Joey Diaz would have never laid a finger on you.”

I smiled, still so turned on but glad we were being ourselves too. I was afraid when Ethan said he was no longer “best friend Ethan” that I would have to pretend and fake all the things that made us….us. But leave it to Ethan and me to have a conversation about high school right in the middle of grinding on one another.

“Just think, had it lasted longer than 37 hours, Joey could have been my first. It would have saved you all this trouble.” I meant my words to be teasing, but Ethan’s face went blank. He didn’t find my words funny.