Things Heat Up

“Fuck,” Kelly says. “You’re a good kisser.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Kelly gives you a knowing look.

You barely get a second to enjoy the compliment before she grabs the back of your neck and kisses you again.

Apparently, she isn’t finished testing that theory.

You meet her immediately, your hands returning to her hips as her arms slide around your shoulders. The kiss picks up exactly where the last one left off, except whatever restraint remained between you seems to disappear faster this time.

Her lips part against yours.

Your tongue brushes hers briefly, and Kelly responds by pulling you closer.

You smile against her mouth.

She feels it.

“Don’t start,” Kelly murmurs against your lips.

“You’re the one who said it,” you reply.

“I can take it back,” Kelly says.

“You’d be lying,” you reply.

Kelly narrows her eyes.

Then she kisses you harder.

You laugh quietly into the kiss before returning it.

Your hands slide around her hips again. There’s no nervous pause this time. You already know she wants them there, and when you pull her against you, Kelly willingly closes whatever space remains.

The kitchen counter presses against your back.

Her fingers curl into your hair.

For a while, neither of you bothers talking.

You kiss her slowly, then harder. She catches your lower lip between hers before letting it go, only for you to kiss her again immediately. Every time you separate for air, her face stays close enough that your noses brush before one of you starts another kiss.

Your hands begin wandering again.

One moves up her side, tracing her waist before stopping along her ribs.

Kelly doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she kisses you again.

You move a little higher.

She notices.

Her eyes open briefly, meeting yours from inches away.

You stop.

“Still okay?” you ask.

Kelly looks at your hand and then back at you.

“You’re asking me now?” Kelly asks.

“I’m getting into new territory,” you reply.

That makes her smile.

“Yes,” Kelly says. “You’re okay.”

You lean in and kiss her again.

Your hand moves over the front of her tank top, settling against her chest. Even with permission, you hesitate for half a second before letting your palm settle more confidently against her.

Kelly notices that hesitation immediately. Of course she does.

She kisses you once more before pulling back just enough to look at you.

“So that’s where the confidence went,” Kelly says.

“What confidence?” you ask.

“The guy grabbing my ass five minutes ago suddenly got nervous,” Kelly replies.

“Wasn’t nervous,” you say.

“Sure,” Kelly says.

“I was checking,” you reply.

Her teasing expression softens.

“I know,” Kelly says.

She kisses you once.

Short and deliberate.

Then she stays against you.

“You’re cute,” Kelly says as she gives quick pecks on your lips.

You look at her.

“Cute?” you ask.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Kelly replies.

You grin.

This time when she kisses you, you stop overthinking it. Your hand stays against her chest over the thin fabric of her tank top, gently exploring as you kiss her. When your touch grows a little more confident, Kelly responds by pressing closer instead of pulling away.

That reaction is enough to make the last of your nervousness disappear.

You kiss her again as your hand moves over her chest, taking your time while your other arm stays wrapped around her waist. Her fingers tighten in your hair, and a quiet sound escapes her into the kiss.

You pause just enough to look at her.

“Still cute?” you ask.

Kelly gives you a look.

“Don’t ruin it,” Kelly replies.

You laugh and kiss her again.

This time she’s the one who pulls you closer. Your hand remains against her chest while you kiss, and she seems perfectly content to let you enjoy the permission she gave you. Every small reaction from her makes you a little more confident, until the nervousness she teased you about is completely gone.

Eventually your hand slides back down her side, returning to her waist.

Kelly notices that too.

“Done already?” Kelly asks.

“Who said I was done?” you reply.

Her eyebrows lift.

“There he is,” Kelly says.

Your hand continues around her waist and down over the back of her denim shorts.

“Better?” you ask.

“Much,” Kelly replies.

You give her another playful squeeze.

Kelly smiles against your mouth.

“Again?” Kelly asks.

“You said I could,” you reply.

“I did,” Kelly says.

“You regretting that?” you ask.

“Not even a little,” Kelly replies.

You squeeze again.

Her forehead drops briefly against yours as she laughs.

“Getting greedy,” Kelly says.

“Maybe,” you reply.

“Definitely,” Kelly says.

She looks into your eyes.

Then her gaze drops toward your mouth.

“But I’m not exactly stopping you,” Kelly adds.

“No,” you reply. “You’re really not.”

Kelly kisses you again.

You pull her against you, enjoying the curves beneath the denim while she keeps kissing you. Whatever caution you had when your hands first started wandering is gone now. She already gave you permission, and every time you pull her closer, she responds by wrapping herself more tightly around you.

The longer she kisses you, the more the challenge in her voice from a moment ago sticks with you. She called you greedy, but she also made absolutely no attempt to move your hands. If anything, she keeps drawing you closer.

You let one kiss end and immediately start another. Your hands remain at her waist for a moment while you decide how much braver you actually want to get.

Kelly notices the pause.

“What?” Kelly asks against your lips.

“Nothing,” you reply.

“That was definitely something,” Kelly says.

You give her a small smile.

“Just thinking,” you reply.

“Dangerous,” Kelly says.

Then she kisses you again before you can answer.

You get bolder and slide both hands beneath her waistband and fully over her ass, taking firm handfuls of her plump ass under the denim, squeezing as you pull her into you.

A moan slips out of Kelly before she can hide it, breaking through the kiss.

The sound catches you off guard enough that you immediately stop.

You immediately ease your grip and pull back just enough to see her face.

“Was that okay?” you ask.

For a moment, the two of you just look at each other. You’re suddenly aware that this is another step beyond where the two of you were only seconds ago.

Kelly looks at you for barely a second.

“Do it again,” Kelly says.

You stay still for a beat, making sure you heard her right.

“Again?” you ask.

Kelly gives you an impatient look.

“Yes, again,” Kelly says.

The certainty in her voice removes any question about whether she liked it. You pull her close again, and she immediately wraps her arms tighter around your shoulders.

You kiss her.

Your hands squeeze again as the kiss continues. Without the denim between your palms and her body, you can actually feel how full and soft her curves are beneath your hands, giving slightly beneath your grip as you pull her closer. The difference catches you off guard for a second. You’d already noticed how good the shorts made her ass look when she was bent over the fridge, but actually having your hands on her like this is something else entirely.

You take your time with the second squeeze, feeling the shape of her beneath your palms before relaxing your grip and drawing her closer again.

Kelly reacts immediately.

“Ooooh,” Kelly moans.

The sound comes out muffled against your lips, and her arms tighten around your shoulders. You feel her press closer as your hands remain firmly on her, and for a moment you almost forget that you were the nervous one about touching her chest only a few minutes ago.

You squeeze once more, playful but confident now, and another breathy sound catches in her throat.

That reaction makes you smile against her mouth.

She pulls back just enough to look at you.

“Like that?” you ask.

“Yes,” Kelly replies.

“Good,” you say.

Her eyes narrow slightly.

“Don’t get cocky,” Kelly says.

“Little late for that,” you reply.

Kelly laughs, but it turns into another breathy sound when you pull her close again. Her forehead drops against yours for a moment, and when she looks back up, the playful challenge in her expression has mixed with something warmer.

You give her another slow squeeze, enjoying the way she immediately reacts to your hands.

“Ooooh,” Kelly says softly.

That reaction makes you smile.

“There it is again,” you say.

“Shut up,” Kelly replies.

“You’re really bad at hiding when you like something,” you say.

“I’m not trying to hide it anymore,” Kelly replies.

That answer catches you more than the moan did.

You stare at her for half a second.

Kelly smiles.

“What?” Kelly asks.

“Nothing,” you reply.

“Liar,” Kelly says.

Before you can answer, she pulls you back into another kiss.

There’s more urgency behind it now. Her fingers curl into your hair as she keeps you close, and you match her without hesitation. The two of you stay tangled together for several seconds, neither willing to be the one who creates any distance.

When the kiss finally breaks, Kelly is still smiling.

“Okay,” Kelly says breathlessly.

“Okay good or okay stop?” you ask.

“Definitely okay good,” Kelly replies.

“Just checking,” you say.

“Keep checking like that and we’re going to have a problem,” Kelly says.

“What kind of problem?” you ask.

She gives you another knowing look.

“The kind where I stop wanting to stay in this kitchen,” Kelly replies.

You pull your hands out before you can tease her any further.

You pull her close by the hips, your confidence continuing to build as she stays wrapped around you. The kissing grows less careful and more instinctive, interrupted by quick breaths, quiet laughs, and the occasional smart-ass comment neither of you can resist making.

Eventually, you break apart.

Barely.

Kelly keeps one hand behind your neck.

Your hands stay around her hips.

Both of you are breathing harder now.

You look at her.

“That got out of hand fast,” you say.

Kelly glances at your hands.

“I noticed,” Kelly replies.

“You complaining?” you ask.

Her eyes return to yours.

“No,” Kelly says.

There’s no hesitation behind the answer.

You look at her for another second, then glance briefly around the kitchen. Somehow the room feels completely different than it did when you walked in looking for food.

“So what now?” you ask.

Kelly looks at you.

“You want to stop?” Kelly asks.

“No,” you reply immediately.

Her mouth curves into a smile.

“Good,” Kelly says.

“You?” you ask.

“Definitely not,” Kelly replies.

She leans in and kisses you again, slower this time, but there’s nothing uncertain about it. When she pulls away, her arms remain around your shoulders.

“I want more,” Kelly says.

The bluntness of it catches you slightly off guard after all the teasing.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Kelly replies. “You?”

“Yeah,” you say. “A lot more.”

That knowing look returns immediately.

“I figured,” Kelly says.

You give her hip another squeeze.

“Smart-ass,” you say.

“Horny college boy,” Kelly replies.

“You’re the one who just said you want more,” you say.

“I know,” Kelly replies.

She looks toward the doorway leading out of the kitchen, then back at you.

“But if we’re going to keep doing this, we’re moving,” Kelly says.

“Moving where?” you ask.

“Living room,” Kelly replies.

You glance toward the doorway.

“Why?” you ask.

Kelly stares at you like the answer should be obvious.

“Because there’s a couch in there, genius,” Kelly says.

You laugh.

“Fair,” you reply.

She gives you one last kiss, lingering against your lips before finally stepping away from the counter.

Her hand finds yours.

“Come on,” Kelly says.

You lace your fingers through hers.

“Still want more?” you ask.

Kelly looks back at you and smiles.

“Come to the couch and find out,” Kelly replies.

Then she gives your hand a tug and leads you out of the kitchen toward the living room.