could hear the crackle of his saliva as he sucked my neck, let go, and held it again with gentle pressure.
At the same time, his hand moved slowly up my leg with trepidation, like the hand of a young guy trying to get to third base for the first time.
I whispered, “Adrian, are you trying to get to third base?”
He pulled his hot mouth away from my neck, the saliva evaporating and cooling my neck suddenly. To accentuate this, he blew air gently on my neck. I shuddered with pleasure at the sensation.
In the shadows, I saw him lick his lips, then say, “It would be a crime for me to skip second base.” His gaze was directly on my peaches, looking luscious and heaving from my rapid breathing.
“May I?” he asked, holding out both hands, inches from my sweater puppies.
I grabbed his hands by the wrists and brought his hands firmly to me, squeezing over his hands to get him started.
“This is heaven,” he said, squeezing them together and lowering his face to the crease, breathing deeply.
I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him tightly to me—not smothering-tightly, but firm enough to let him know I liked him touching me.
“You smell fucking unbelievable,” he said, his voice muffled.
My elbow over his head, I reached around to my back and unzipped my dress several inches. I shrugged the wrap dress down, and it fell to my waist. The cool, musty air of the rink hit my moist skin and brought the moment into crystal clarity. I unlatched my bra and let it fall away.
I braced my hands on the flat surface behind me, and leaned back, my torso at an angle and my hard nipples pointing at Adrian as an invitation. Oh, how I wanted his smart-talking mouth on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple.
He took a deep breath, got up from his seated position, and came around to kneel before me. Without a word or glance at my bare tits, he unlaced one of my roller skates and pulled it off my foot, and then the other. He grasped my knee pads and also removed them.
When I saw him slip my folded-up knee pads under his own knees, I realized what he was doing, and laughed nervously. He was planning to be on his knees for a while. I shivered at the thought, and then we were kissing again, his hand on the back of my neck to bring me down to reach him.
He left my lips and kissed a trail along my cheek, and then down the neck, on the side where he hadn’t been yet. As he sucked my earlobe, my whole body squirmed, as if all of me was trying to get into his beautiful, wet mouth via my earlobe.
Adrian shifted back, placed both hands against the small of my bare back, and moved his face down my chest. His smooth, freshly-shaved chin slid easily across my skin, and he rubbed the sides of his cheeks along the outer edge of each breast and around the bottom with his chin. Finally, he targeted my nipple, taking it in with a wide open mouth, slurping as much margin of flesh as he could.
He sucked, the sound of his mouth crackling again in the dark, relative quiet of the upper bleachers. The speakers were miles away, and the music was good, but I was barely aware of the song playing. With Adrian’s hands on my back and his mouth on my breast, I was contained only within his touch, and nothing else in the world mattered.
One song blended into the next, and people continued to roller skate far below us. The announcer called out over the music for everyone to change direction, to counter-clockwise.
Adrian pulled away and said, “Change direction.”
He kissed my lips, his tongue touching mine. I moaned with pleasure against his mouth.
He pulled away and moved back down, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, in what I imagined was counter-clockwise.
I let my legs move apart.
He didn’t make a move, but continued to handle and taste my peaches.
I leaned back and parted my legs enough so I could hook one foot around his back and pull him closer for more contact. He shifted in to kiss my lips again, and I hugged