40: Mistake

JENNA

The kiss starts out slow, almost innocent, just his lips moving against mine.

Between that and me wanting to tell him this was wrong. I didn’t know how it progressed and I found myself sitting on his thighs, straddling him, with his hands down my shirt. Squeezing my boobs and me dry humping him.

Our hands were everywhere. Like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

Years worth of frustration, at least on my part, was released and I wanted him everywhere. The more he gave, the more I wanted.

He lets out a deep groan, his hand tightening on my waist as he drags me along his hard dick. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan.

It felt good. So good. Too good.

I didn’t remember it being like his seven years ago.

“Jenna,” Jason grinds out. “Fuck, Jenna. I nee—“

I feel his hand tremble against my thigh as he tightens his hold.

I had no idea what he was trying to say, his broken words made as much sense as the weather forecast did to me. I couldn’t understand.

“God, I hate to do th