...ay to soon, “You don’t kill, Ben. That’s not who you are, you’re nothing like that. I wouldn’t spend summer after summer with you if you were.” Ben pressed his lips, clumsily, to Gwen’s.
Gwen’s eyes shot open and Ben’s hands slid against hers before he intertwined their fingers. Gwen felt him slowly twist them so that she’d be on her back and under him, she’d closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss. Their bodies moved and his ended up between her legs, his hips touching her inner thighs. Gwen felt this and pushed Ben back, his eyes opened and looked into her worried ones, “I’m not going to do anything, Gwen. Promise.” Gwen knew he wouldn’t, but the fear was there.
“Ben… we need to get back. Grandpa might be looking for us.” Ben sighed and kissed her jaw.
“Just a little more. Just a little more time, please, Gwendolyn.” Gwen nodded and their lips met again. This time, Ben opened his mouth and pressed his tongue lightly against her lips, trying not to scare her. Gwen like this gentle side, and in reward, she opened her lips just a little and accepted him into her mouth. Ben’s hands released hers and he propped himself up on his elbows w...