wraps around me and I know it’s Oliver. I have his smell and his touch memorized, already. He pulls me towards him, and I don’t resist. I’m like a ball of raw nerves.
The headphones are gently pulled away from my head.
“Before running away, you could have given me the chance to tell you why it was not a good idea.”
I don’t answer. I don’t have anything to say. He’s probably right; I overreacted. I have this tendency to fly off the handle when I’m not in my element. I’m a little batty. Ok, I’m seriously batty.
“It’s because I don’t want to take advantage of the moment. I would really be happy to be your first,” he waits a few seconds. His words sink in as he continues, “I want to be sure it’s really what you want. Also, I wouldn’t want to do it here.”
He stays silent again for a moment, and then adds, “And there’s a more practical aspect to be considered. For instance, I’m out of condoms, and you really don’t want to take that chance with me right now. I need to take a test.”
I take in a very deep breath. His explanations are very reasonable. I’m the one who acted like a child. Do I want him so much that I’m not thinking straight, anymore?
“I guess I should thank you, then, because I’m not on the pill,” I say without lifting my head from my knees.
“That makes for another good reason,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
He pushes me forward, and slides between the wall and me. I’m now sitting between his outstretched legs, and he pulls me against him.
“Come on, Jade, let go a little,” he says, and I do. I lean against him as he kisses my neck. He finds a soft spot close to my shoulder that sends shivers down my spine. My back is to his chest, and I twist a little, and nestle my head into his neck testing to see if he has a similar soft spot that I could press on. Judging by the way he holds me tighter, I would say yes. I love it; I’ve just discovered a new field to experiment with!
He feels so right. It’s as if I’m safe and belong right here, in his arms. I relax, and a little ball of heat starts to swell in my chest.
His hands slide under my T-shirt, light as feathers on my tummy.
“I locked the door. No one will walk in on us,” he says as his hands rise and cup my breasts. His touch is so sweet that my nipples pebble. He pinches them a little, and the ball of heat spreads throughout my body. I moan, and lift my head and aim again at the soft skin at the bottom of his neck that is the mirror of mine.
My temperature rises as he slides a hand between my legs. My entire body goes rigid, and then relaxes as he presses on me there through the rigid material of the jeans. I’m caught in a turmoil, and I know I need more. The other hand presses on my stomach, and slips under my jeans. I hold in my breath.
“Let me show you how to make the best of this rainy day,” he whispers into my neck.
Both hands on the button of my jeans, he pulls down the zipper to get access and chuckles, “I wouldn’t have pegged you as one to go commando.”
I don’t explain, because I’m not sure I can make an articulate sentence. One finger slowly slides down and his palm presses on my most sensitive spot. He pulls out and I buck against his hand, and cry out.
He does not stop, but he hushes me with his mouth. We’re a step away from the dining room; I shouldn’t make any noise but I can’t refrain from moaning.
Oliver whispers that it’s the reason why he wants to make love with me in a more secluded place. He wants me to be able to scream if I feel like it. In fact, he would actually love to make me scream. He tells me how he would go about doing it. The way he talks to me and the things he says he will do to me are so erotic that it pushes me over the edge. I slam back against him, and shatter in millions of little starbursts. Pure pleasure rushes through me and I’ve never felt so alive. I’m shuddering and even
The headphones are gently pulled away from my head.
“Before running away, you could have given me the chance to tell you why it was not a good idea.”
I don’t answer. I don’t have anything to say. He’s probably right; I overreacted. I have this tendency to fly off the handle when I’m not in my element. I’m a little batty. Ok, I’m seriously batty.
“It’s because I don’t want to take advantage of the moment. I would really be happy to be your first,” he waits a few seconds. His words sink in as he continues, “I want to be sure it’s really what you want. Also, I wouldn’t want to do it here.”
He stays silent again for a moment, and then adds, “And there’s a more practical aspect to be considered. For instance, I’m out of condoms, and you really don’t want to take that chance with me right now. I need to take a test.”
I take in a very deep breath. His explanations are very reasonable. I’m the one who acted like a child. Do I want him so much that I’m not thinking straight, anymore?
“I guess I should thank you, then, because I’m not on the pill,” I say without lifting my head from my knees.
“That makes for another good reason,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
He pushes me forward, and slides between the wall and me. I’m now sitting between his outstretched legs, and he pulls me against him.
“Come on, Jade, let go a little,” he says, and I do. I lean against him as he kisses my neck. He finds a soft spot close to my shoulder that sends shivers down my spine. My back is to his chest, and I twist a little, and nestle my head into his neck testing to see if he has a similar soft spot that I could press on. Judging by the way he holds me tighter, I would say yes. I love it; I’ve just discovered a new field to experiment with!
He feels so right. It’s as if I’m safe and belong right here, in his arms. I relax, and a little ball of heat starts to swell in my chest.
His hands slide under my T-shirt, light as feathers on my tummy.
“I locked the door. No one will walk in on us,” he says as his hands rise and cup my breasts. His touch is so sweet that my nipples pebble. He pinches them a little, and the ball of heat spreads throughout my body. I moan, and lift my head and aim again at the soft skin at the bottom of his neck that is the mirror of mine.
My temperature rises as he slides a hand between my legs. My entire body goes rigid, and then relaxes as he presses on me there through the rigid material of the jeans. I’m caught in a turmoil, and I know I need more. The other hand presses on my stomach, and slips under my jeans. I hold in my breath.
“Let me show you how to make the best of this rainy day,” he whispers into my neck.
Both hands on the button of my jeans, he pulls down the zipper to get access and chuckles, “I wouldn’t have pegged you as one to go commando.”
I don’t explain, because I’m not sure I can make an articulate sentence. One finger slowly slides down and his palm presses on my most sensitive spot. He pulls out and I buck against his hand, and cry out.
He does not stop, but he hushes me with his mouth. We’re a step away from the dining room; I shouldn’t make any noise but I can’t refrain from moaning.
Oliver whispers that it’s the reason why he wants to make love with me in a more secluded place. He wants me to be able to scream if I feel like it. In fact, he would actually love to make me scream. He tells me how he would go about doing it. The way he talks to me and the things he says he will do to me are so erotic that it pushes me over the edge. I slam back against him, and shatter in millions of little starbursts. Pure pleasure rushes through me and I’ve never felt so alive. I’m shuddering and even
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