Page 13 of Keep Paris

My brain almost pops out of my head. “That’s exactly how I feel, but you have to set the limits, Lizzie. I’m following your lead. But it’s getting really hard not to touch you in new places.”

She sits up and draws her legs up. She leans over, takes one of the wet wipes I brought for the picnic we’re not eating. She wipes off her heavy eye makeup. I sit up, leaning back on my palms, stretching my legs out. She’s stunning under the sparkling lights as she returns to the girl I’m crazy about and not a girl who’s trying to be someone else. I have no problem with makeup at all. But I can see it makes her uncomfortable. She morphs into my Lizzie as the wet nap becomes stained with black, beige, and green streaks. One last swipe of her lips and the garish shimmering red orange is gone.

“This? You want to touch this?”

“Are you trying to prove you’re not attractive? Because it’s not gonna fucking work. You’re even more beautiful when you’re comfortable in your skin.”

She’s so innocent and girly. She’s cute and compact. And I can see her simmering sex kitten aching to come out. She’s so sexy. Which is really a problem for me. Her rich milk chocolate hair is swaying along her shoulders as she looks at me and does this little fidget thing she does.

This is so much bigger than anything I’ve ever known. I mean, I care for my brothers and mom, but this is other level. I’ve liked girls, but it never felt inevitable.

LIZZIE

I’m not afraid of him or his penis. I’ve had sex before, but this feels weighty. He pulls me close and lays back down, my head on his chest, it feels like I’m supposed to be here. Like in my eighteen years of searching for my purpose, I find it right here. He puts one earphone in my ear and repositions me to lean on his arm so I can look up. And he puts on Dave Matthews. I used to like it ok, but now I love Dave Matthews. We watch the city of lights live up to its hype. His hand is lazily in my hair. “Stay” finishes, and he sits up on his elbow and looks down at me.

He traces my lips with his finger. I grin, and he leans down. “I like kissing you. A lot.”

I want to experience everything with him. I’ve liked boys before, but my father always emphasized there will be time later. Maybe this is what he meant. This is later. I’ve already been accepted into college. I’m graduating. I have a best friend. Now it’s time for him. I’m open and ready, and it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my life.

It’s like a spider web of tingles and thrills in my heart and low in my belly, every single time I’m with him, or even think about him. My heart beats a little faster, and the warmth of his hand is now a part of my permanent memories. I’m making room in my brain by dumping all the silly times I thought about boys or love. Oh my God, I’m thinking about that word. I know it’s infatuation. I’m an intelligent girl and know it’s a chemical reaction to him. But as I fall deeper under his spell, the science of it doesn’t matter, only the tingles.

“I like kissing you a lot too.” One hand rests on my hip, and he leans down. His full lips meet mine, and again, all the sensations shoot through me at once. Is it possible to feel everything at once? His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I chase it back into his with mine.

He anchors my hip to the ground and leans over me. Then his fingers twitch. They’re up a full inch onto the bare skin of my stomach. He’s driving me insane while lightly tracing circles on my midriff. His big football mitts are so delicate on my skin.

Our kissing becomes intense and deeper. His hand feathers closer to where I want him. I arch a little into the kiss. Our teeth are in the way and keep clacking as he moves his head back and forth, searching for the perfect angle to devour me.

He’s on my ribcage flirting with the idea I’ve dreamed of each time we’re together. We’ve not done anything but kiss for the last twenty-six days. His hand is underneath my right breast and I pull my head back. I need to be bolder in this life. There can’t be anything wrong with it if it’s what I want. I grin at him, and his eyes are darker than usual. He’s gazing at me in a new way. It’s like I’m the answer to questions he has yet to ask in life. I want to be his answer.

My voice comes out as a whisper, “It’s ok. I want you to.”

All my anxieties and questions come to a sharp point and burst into being brave. I own all my feelings at once. I reassure him that this is what I want, too. “There’s nothing you could do wrong by touching me. We’re meant to do this. If we weren’t, it wouldn’t be so perfect.”

I sit up and take my sweater off. The chill of spring and the heat of Danny make my nipples erect. I thought his eyes were dark before, but now he’s like, all pupils. I wish I had nicer bras. This is a beige kind you buy off the little hanger at Target. Kris calls my bras “off-the-rack rack holders.”

But I don’t think he cares. I scoot onto my knees and face him. I drift my hand under his shirt. He sucks air through his teeth quickly as my cold fingers find his firm muscles. We go back to the Louvre as a class in a couple of days, and I want to compare his chest to some of those classical marble pieces.

I reach around and unhook my bra and remove it. I have no hesitation.

DANNY

I’ve been granted a fucking gift. I know my arm is supposed to be my gift, according to my dad, but these tits. Holy shit. They’re staring at me, waiting. I’m kind of paralyzed, even though she gave me the go-ahead. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once I start.

My voice is strained and comes out rougher than intended. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” I reach up and dust my thumb over her perfect and erect nipple. She smiles shyly and reaches her arms up and lets her nails drift over my chest as I remove my shirt. I let my gaze drift to all the new places she’s revealed.

I’m drowning in her eyes, but I don’t care. If I have her, I don’t need air.

She grins. “You just going to stare at me all night?”

“Seems like a solid plan.” Then I smirk and it’s fucking on. I glide up her torso, leaving a path of goosebumps. I take both breasts in my hands as my lips push to hers. She gasps and pulls my head closer to hers. Her hands are gripping my hair tightly and it’s fucking intense. I play, tweak, and rub her as my mouth drifts down her neck and chest. She moans when I gently kiss around the peaked nipple. I’ve never taken this much time in that area. And usually, it’s some kneading and onto the good stuff. But I want to make a career of this. I take her nipple between my lips. I groan, it’s so good.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing,” she says as she throws back her head.

Can you major in nipple manipulation? What are the pre-recs to spending an eternity doing this to only her? I back up and she’s all glowy.

She stretches, and they’re slick with my worshiping. I dive back in and take a nipple roughly into my mouth, suck and explore with my tongue. My dick has never been this hard before, but I want her to feel good. I bend back down to give equal attention to both tits. And she’s rocking her pelvis into me. I don’t even want to ask if I can tear the rest of her clothes off. I’ve become some wild beast devouring her. I don’t think I’m up to the task of properly worshiping her entire body yet. I need this to be really good for her and I’m pretty sure I’ve been an idiot in the past. Tasting her makes me more the person I want to be with every sweep of my tongue.

She has on a long skirt and the elastic is teasing me. I could reach down there. Or up her skirt. I make my way back up to her mouth and it’s like this kiss has been lit on fire. Her hands touch every part of me within her reach. There’s not an inch of bared skin I’m not obsessed with. It’s another world. It’s another universe. The hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. We’re skin to skin and everything in my fucking world could be blowing up as long as she’s pressed against my chest.