Page 22 of Fall From Grace

“No.”

His fingers made circles across the side of my bare legs. I always slept in shorts and tank tops, the only thing I added in the winter months were socks because my feet stayed cold. Chill bumps broke out over my legs as he continued his circles. It was weird… It kind of made me want him to touch me more. “Grace…” Noah had an intense look about him.

“You can,” I whispered breathily.

He looked a little taken aback. “Can what?” he asked, and I realized my mistake. I still tried to hide my face even though it was too dark to really see much more than our eyes. “Grace…” his voice held a tease. “Do what?”

“Nothing,” I muttered.

“Are you giving me permission to touch you more than this, Priss?”

The answer was in the silence. He moved his chin and started pulling at my socks. “What are you doing?”

I saw the shadow of his smile. “Where can I touch? What can I see?” He pulled my other sock off. “Show me.”

His words sparked something in me, I was both nervous and curious of the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach from his words. I thought my curiosity was sure to win. “Um… This is a little embarrassing.”

He rubbed the bottom of my foot and I jerked. “Stop!” I hissed through hardly controlled giggles.

He pulled me down onto his lap so quickly, my laughing stopped before he even put his hand over my mouth. “Shh.” His face was inches from mine. “You’re gonna wake your parents.” Only I wasn’t thinking about my parents, I was thinking of the ache that clawed into my stomach. Completely foreign, a little scary, maybe I could explain it by calling it “tingles”.

His breath tickled my chin. “I feel weird, Noah.”

“How do you feel?”

“I don’t want to explain it, it’s embarrassing.”

“Do you still have your nightlight?”

I thought about it. “It might be underneath my bed in a shoebox.”

He moved me off his lap as he started reaching underneath the bed for the box. A few minutes later, he found one and plugged it in the wall. It lit up the room enough that I could make every part of his face. He looked a little different right now, maybe it was the shadows of the night playing tricks on me, making it feel like we were older than what we were.

On my knees on the floor, I watched Noah move across the carpet back to me, somehow, he looked like a panther coming at me. “Why’d you want the light anyway?” I asked as he backed me against the bed and pulled my feet out from underneath my butt.

“Can I, Grace?” he asked. I blinked then nodded my reply. He moved in for the kiss. I closed my eyes and took in the way he moved as he kissed. When his tongue slid over my lips, the kiss became something new. The moment my tongue met his, he groaned and something about the sound of him and the taste of him inside my cheeks had me wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled away briefly and watched my expression as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt. When I lifted my arms up, he pulled it over my head and his eyes widened as he took in my ordinary white bra.

I covered myself with my arms. “What is it?”

He dropped his head in his hands and sighed. “They’re just… big, so much bigger than I imagined them to be.” His eyes looked a little glazed when he lifted them back up to look at me. He pulled my arms down and brought his hands around my back to unhook my bra. Now it was a lot more nerve-wracking to think of him seeing me without a bra.

He kissed my forehead and waited for me. I slowly uncovered my breasts but before I could see his reaction, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. His eyes fell back on my chest afterward. Noah was wider than he used to be. His body was harder now while mine was softer.

I spooked a little when his hand cupped my breast, then he did the same with the other, sliding my nipples between his index and middle fingers. It felt ticklish but I also thought that it kind of felt good.

I realized I was letting Noah do things to me I said I’d never want to do. How funny growing a few years changed not just our bodies, but the way I felt and looked at Noah.

I leaned in to kiss him and he pulled me on top of him as he fell back onto the carpet. My warmth touched his warmth, I liked the way my chest felt against his. I feltitagainst me, in my head I was trying to recall how the guy’s thing had looked in the video. I knew it changed and got hard like Noah’s now. I wasn’t scared because I had no plans on doing it with Noah right now. I just wanted to enjoy the way it felt to justexplorehim and let himfeel me.

I gasped when he kissed my neck. “Noah,” I exhaled.

His hands slid up my legs and slowly slipped underneath my shorts until they were cupping my butt. It was a little harder to breathe quietly now, my stomach was so feathery and tingly, it started to get the best of me.

He rolled us until he was on top of me. “Grace,” he whispered hoarsely. “Have you ever touched yourself?”

I didn’t know what he meant. “What do you mean? Yeah, how do you think I clean myself?”

“No, I mean have you played with yourself? Got yourself off?”