by Maura Rose
“Go for it,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his.
Dan threaded his fingers in her hair and kept her close to him, surging up to kiss the life out of her, his hips moving fast and hard and yes, perfect, and Heather promised to never forget this feeling, never, not even when this inevitably fell apart, she was never going to forget it, and she screamed into Dan’s mouth as she came, shuddering, feeing oddly complete and thinking oh, oh, oh, this is what it feels like when you’re in love with them.
Afterward, she got a warm washcloth from her bathroom and they took turns cleaning each other up, kissing along each other’s bodies, memorizing the feel of one another. Dan kissed the spot beneath her ear and down her neck, grinning when he felt her melt against him for it. Heather added a hint of teeth along the line of his shoulder and nipped at his mouth, loving the way it made him hold her more tightly. It felt like she could spend hours mapping out the expanse of his skin and just kissing him, lazily entangling their legs, arousal a low satisfied hum underneath her skin.
