Ignite by R.J. Lewis

before. Hell, I’d never gone past making out with Jordan all that time ago despite his blatant want to do more.
                  “Now your underwear.” His voice was barely a whisper, and it strained in a way I’d never heard before. It was desire, I knew, but I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
                  I dropped my thin laced panties and stepped out of them. By reflex, I consciously put an arm over my breasts and hid my girly bits with my hand.
                  “Put your arms down at your sides and look at me, Sara.”
                  I looked up at him first and took another deep breath. I dropped my arms to my sides and watched him rake his eyes everywhere. Everywhere! Oh, God, I never felt more exposed in my entire life. I tried to comfort my nerves by telling myself it was too dark and that he surely couldn’t see all that much. But the moonlight washed through the windows and our eyes had long adjusted to our surroundings. The entire room was visible in blue-black contrast including Jaxon’s butt naked state. I certainly could see all of him!
                  I let my eyes listen to my desires, and let them drop to his lean, washboard abs, and then further down to his protruding length that was long and thick. I’d never actually seen one before. Well, I mean, of course I’d seen one in adult magazines and pornos I’d walked in on Jaxon watching or from looking them up on my own, and of course high school wasn’t an innocent haven where teens never talked about sex before. It was everywhere – sex and naked images passed along the hallways, and of course I’d caught guys in situations of undress – but I’d never seen an exposed man in person before in an aroused state.
                  “Do you like what you see?” he huskily asked, drawing me in with those heated eyes of his. His mouth was partly open, and his tongue danced above his lower lip, licking it every few moments.
                  “I do,” I answered as confidently as I could muster, but it came out a jumbled mess.
                  “I love what I see,” he said, nostrils flaring as he openly stared at my breasts. “You look so damn sexy, I’m kicking myself for not seeing it all these years.”
                  He walked to me and stopped when my breasts were against his chest. I let out an involuntary shiver at the close contact and the way his erection was pressed harshly against my stomach. My thighs felt wet, and I went crimson when he felt me in between the legs, stroking my drenched sex with his eyes closed shut. That ease and confidence he harboured radiated off of him, it was effortless soaking it in and building my own strength. He kissed me again, and his other arm wrapped around my waist, steering me back to the bed.
                  He carefully placed me down on the mattress, breathing heavily against my mouth. “Touch me too, Sara. Don’t be scared.” The ache in his voice had me shivering all over again. “Relax and you’ll enjoy it, but you have to do what you want, and take what you need so we both get pleasure from this. Don’t be embarrassed.”
                  He read me like a book, and my stiff bones instantly relaxed beneath him. Just let go and enjoy yourself , I repeated this mantra ten times before it finally settled in. And then like a fiend I kissed him roughly, letting the desire steer me through it. I moved my hands up and down his back, stroking his hard skin while I trailed my tongue against his. He groaned loudly in my mouth and pushed his tongue into mine, devouring me with a greediness that made me ache all over.
                  This was, hands down, the best make out session of my life. He was fucking my mouth with his, and I reciprocated the greed and took what I could, tasting his tongue and biting his lower lip. We were saturated in