, then he grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and started to take the drinks to the living room.
“I guess I could have a beer , too,” she said, changing her mind from the water she had asked for.
“Are you of age already?” Zane joked as she grabbed her own beer.
“Yes, Zane, I am a grown woman now, not the same kid you remember,” Melanie teased back.
She saw his eyes darken . “Yes, you’re definitely all grown up now.” She could tell Zane didn’t need to be reminded that she was all grown up, he could see that with his own eyes.
Melanie felt her body warm at the way he was looking at her with those piercing grey eyes.
Once the popcorn was ready, they went into the living room. She wondered what movie he would put in and was relieved to see him choose 21 Jump Street.
As he took a seat on one end of the couch, she decided to just go for it and sat right next to him so that their bodies were touching. He put his arm around her and she leaned her head against him as he started the movie.
This was exactly where she wanted to be. She could feel Zane’s body moving with each breath and she found herself breathing with him; it made her feel even closer to him.
The movie was funny ; they both laughed out loud through most of it. She was happy they’d found something they could enjoy together.
They had shifted positions during the movie, resulting in her legs curled up as she lay on his chest.
As the movie came to an end, she stood up to stretch.
“Did you like it?” she asked as she stretched her arms in the air, causing her shirt to rise slightly and push her breasts forward.
He was staring at her chest when he replied, “Yes, I liked it. Nice choice.”
As she started to bring her arms down, he put his hands on the side of her hips and pulled her down on top of him. She ended up straddled over him, gazing down into his eyes. He leaned up to kiss her, and she parted her lips, inviting him to deepen his kiss.
The kisses started softly at first with him kissing her lips then her neck, working his way to the exposed skin at the vee of her shirt. She felt her nipples harden when his lips grazed her breasts. As he worked his way back up her neck, one of his hands went around her body to grasp her ass as his other hand squeezed her breast. She felt the excitement shoot through her body. He was touching her in all her sensitive spots at the same time while his lips were driving her crazy with desire. Her body reacted to his slightest touch.
She started to move her body back and forth across his dick as they began to kiss again. Melanie had never been shy and didn’t intend to start now when Zane had finally decided to make a move.
The kisses became more intense as the hand playing with her breast moved to her hair. He grasped a handful and pushed their open mouths even harder together as their tongues played with one another. The hand holding her ass slid even further down until he could run his fingers across her crotch, the thin material of her pants keeping him from touching her flesh. She heard herself start to moan in frustration.
Before she could slide her body back and forth again, he lifted her up, tossing her back onto the couch then covered her body, his mouth finding hers again. Melanie wrapped her legs around his waist as Zane started to work his way down her body. Her shirt had risen up to right below her bra, exposing her midriff. His mouth lowered, kissing her bare stomach.
When he had partially lifted himself off her, she took the opportunity to pull off his shirt , yearning to touch his body. She leaned up to kiss his chest then took one of his nipples in her mouth, slowly circling her tongue around it until it got hard.
She heard him groan before he lifted her up and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. He looked down at her body that was wearing a thin pink sports bra, her nipples straining against it. He took her breasts in his hands, giving them a rough
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