“No,” I state flatly. “We did not have pet kangaroos. They do not roam the streets or back yards like everyone thinks. In fact, the only time I saw kangaroos were at the Zoo.”

“Oh,” she says, still giggling. “Then why would everyone think that? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No shit.”

“I’m tired,” she says, stretching.

Dammit, now I know we won’t be fooling around.

“You ready for bed?” I ask, getting up and turning to walk over to my bag to get my phone charger.

“Almost,” she whispers behind me.

I hear something soft drop to the floor.

And when I turn around her robe is on the floor and she’s wearing hot pink matching underwear. All lace. Almost see through, everywhere. The pink contrasts her darker skin and I swear to god my dick is about to snap right off.

“Holy shit,” I breath out.

She laughs a shy laugh, her cheeks going red and her face hiding behind a curtain of her hair.

I slowly walk towards her, because her body deserves to be taken in slowly, from top to bottom. When I reach her my mouth is dry and I’m sure my dick is tenting my pants but I don’t look because I can’t fucking take my eyes off her body.

When I reach her and I’m inches from her, so close that I can feel her body heat radiating, my fingers move away from my body but stop millimetres from hers.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” I tell her.

She closes her eyes softly, “I don’t care, Jake. Just touch me.”

*Mikayla*

And so he does.

He feels like he’s everywhere all at once.

His hands.

His Mouth.

Everything.

Everywhere.

He lifts me with his hands on my ass and my legs go around him. He groans when our parts collide and I can feel him and I’m sure he can feel me. He carries us to the bed, and lays me down. He stands up to hover above me and for seconds which feel like hours he looks at me, eyes wonder over my body and I’m almost ready to cover myself, because I’m so self conscious and it took so much courage to wear this and be this in front of him.

“God, Mikayla. You are so damn beautiful.” His mouth lifts on one side, “Is this what you bought that-" I nod. It’s the one I bought when we went to the mall with Julie. “It’s about fucking time I got to see it.”

I laugh as he rips his shirt and pants off, leaving on his boxers.

When his body hovers over mine and I can feel the skin on skin sensation, a guttural moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it.

His mouth is on my neck kissing me and his hands are all over the place like they can’t get enough.

He looks up at me.

Then leans up and puts his weight on his elbows. Our parts joined together. My lace panties and his boxers the only barrier.

“As much as I love what you’re wearing, and that you’re wearing them for me, I’d prefer that you didn’t have anything on.”

I nod my head and he understands my meaning.

Slowly, and effortlessly he unclips my bra and removes the straps of my shoulder, kissing the skin left behind. Once it’s off, his body hovers lower, he’s kissing my bare stomach and his fingers curl around the band of panties, he has to be able to tell how turned on I am, and how badly I need him.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he begins to pull down my panties until they’re on the floor. He sits on his heels and looks at me.

His eyes darting all over my body.

His body comes back up and lays next to me. Him on his side facing me. Me on my back, head turned, facing him.

His hand moves hair out of my face, then rests on my stomach.

“Shit, Mikayla. I’m going to regret this,” he breaths out.

“Regret what?” His hands start to move lower and lower.

So close.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” He eyes my lips and licks his, before moving back to my eyes.

“So why don’t you?”

“Because if I kiss you, then I’ll want to taste you, and if I taste you, then I’ll need to fuck you. And when I fuck you, it means your mine. And when I make you mine, I want it to be in our bed. Not a hotel room… Is that okay?”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I’m so fucking turned on, an uncontrollable cry escapes and before I know it, his boxers are off and he’s flipping me on top off him, I’m straddling him and my wet heat is on his bare hard dick and he’s moving us so were grinding, but not so that he’s inside, and it’s so intense I think I’m legit crying from the pleasure of it.

“God, Kayla. I just want to feel you,” he whispers.

One hand is reaching the back of my neck and the other is holding my ass.

I want to scream.

It feels so fucking good.

And I can’t even comprehend if I’m making any noises in reality or if the screams are just in my head.

And then…

He leans his head forward and takes my nipple in his mouth and he sucks, and licks and oh fuck…

He’s pushing up and I’m moving back and forth. My wetness alone sleeked over both our parts. His hand squeezing my ass, hurts in all the good ways.

I don’t know if my eyes are closed or if the world has just stopped existing.

The build up is so powerful and I’m trying to hold off because I want to feel like this for the rest of my fricken life.

His mouth moves from my breasts and goes to my neck and I lower myself onto him, and he’s thrusting up and hitting a spot I didn’t know could be hit.