trying to take the edge off. Understand?”
Actually, I did. Isn’t that what happened the night before? Only, that was a complete disaster whereas this was...promising. “Okay,” I said with a shrug. “Whatever you say.” Then I took a healthy swig because...let’s face it, I had a lot of edge to take off. While my neck was elongated and my head tipped back to drink, he ran a hand down it. Soon, I was sputtering. “How is this supposed to help me relax?” I moaned.
“Easy,” he said by way of explanation. With one hand he took my wine glass, which he very nearly had to pry out of my hands. With the other, he cupped the back of my head and messed up my long layers. His lips were once again on mine and I was completely captivated. Never before had I been kissed like this. These were not the sloppy kisses and awkward fumblings of the boys I had been with before. These were seasoned lips and practiced hands that knew all the right places to touch, the amount of pressure to exert, and the best use of a tongue. Of that, I was certain.
It was easy...letting go with him. Without even thinking, I was soon murmuring his name against his lips. “Oh, Wyatt…” That warmth was building again within me, had me moving against him in a way that I never had before. Soon, he had me on my back and was covering my body with his as lips and hands roamed places that normally would have had me blushing, only instead...I was wanting...more. “More,” I moaned. “Please…” He paused. The spell was broken. I, in turn, stiffened.
“Don’t,” he whispered in my ear, as he cupped my head and pulled me near. “Don’t be ashamed. Don’t worry about how I see you.” He pulled back just far enough to hold my head in both hands and force my face to look at his. “You. Are. Beautiful. I mean it.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss...on my cheek, the tip of my nose, my forehead. Finally, he captured my lips once more. “These feelings, this need...this is how it’s supposed to be.”
My eyes looked down. I could scarcely meet his gaze. It felt amazing to be with him and so very wrong all at the same time.
“I feel it, too, a need for you.” He offered me a reassuring smile then took my hand and laid it on his bulging pants. “See,” he said as he urged my hand up and down his erection. “I want you, too.”
“I don’t want you,” I lied. “This is purely...research…”
He laughed, calling my bluff. “Oh, really? Because right now, I’d venture a guess that your body is just as ready for me as mine is for you.” While he spoke, his hand had been slowly traveling down my thigh until he reached the hem of my dress. His hand snuck under and now traveled up my inner thigh.
Instinct and years of training had me thinking that I was supposed to snap those legs shut at the knee. Only...I didn’t. I couldn’t. For one reckless moment, I wanted to abandon all that nonsense and just be with him, see what happened, even if it meant my body completely gave me away. So...my legs may have dropped open a bit, allowing him easier access.
Wyatt’s hand traveled up further and further, until he was touching the top of my panties. It settled there for a moment and slowly slipped beneath the waistband of my cotton thigh highs, cupping me for a moment. Just as I grew used to his touch, his fingers sought me out, probing until they found my throbbing, aching, wet vagina. I couldn’t help but gasp as he entered me while bracing against my pubic bone. Something in me couldn’t help but respond as I began to grind against his palm. My mouth wanted his so that I could hide.
Pulling him towards me, I stole my first kiss, but he refused to linger. “No, doll,” he murmured. “I don’t want to miss this.” His finger worked some sort of magic within me. I could feel this pressure building and I rubbed harder, faster. “Just let go,” he murmured. Then his mouth was on my nipple through the fabric of the dress.
Actually, I did. Isn’t that what happened the night before? Only, that was a complete disaster whereas this was...promising. “Okay,” I said with a shrug. “Whatever you say.” Then I took a healthy swig because...let’s face it, I had a lot of edge to take off. While my neck was elongated and my head tipped back to drink, he ran a hand down it. Soon, I was sputtering. “How is this supposed to help me relax?” I moaned.
“Easy,” he said by way of explanation. With one hand he took my wine glass, which he very nearly had to pry out of my hands. With the other, he cupped the back of my head and messed up my long layers. His lips were once again on mine and I was completely captivated. Never before had I been kissed like this. These were not the sloppy kisses and awkward fumblings of the boys I had been with before. These were seasoned lips and practiced hands that knew all the right places to touch, the amount of pressure to exert, and the best use of a tongue. Of that, I was certain.
It was easy...letting go with him. Without even thinking, I was soon murmuring his name against his lips. “Oh, Wyatt…” That warmth was building again within me, had me moving against him in a way that I never had before. Soon, he had me on my back and was covering my body with his as lips and hands roamed places that normally would have had me blushing, only instead...I was wanting...more. “More,” I moaned. “Please…” He paused. The spell was broken. I, in turn, stiffened.
“Don’t,” he whispered in my ear, as he cupped my head and pulled me near. “Don’t be ashamed. Don’t worry about how I see you.” He pulled back just far enough to hold my head in both hands and force my face to look at his. “You. Are. Beautiful. I mean it.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss...on my cheek, the tip of my nose, my forehead. Finally, he captured my lips once more. “These feelings, this need...this is how it’s supposed to be.”
My eyes looked down. I could scarcely meet his gaze. It felt amazing to be with him and so very wrong all at the same time.
“I feel it, too, a need for you.” He offered me a reassuring smile then took my hand and laid it on his bulging pants. “See,” he said as he urged my hand up and down his erection. “I want you, too.”
“I don’t want you,” I lied. “This is purely...research…”
He laughed, calling my bluff. “Oh, really? Because right now, I’d venture a guess that your body is just as ready for me as mine is for you.” While he spoke, his hand had been slowly traveling down my thigh until he reached the hem of my dress. His hand snuck under and now traveled up my inner thigh.
Instinct and years of training had me thinking that I was supposed to snap those legs shut at the knee. Only...I didn’t. I couldn’t. For one reckless moment, I wanted to abandon all that nonsense and just be with him, see what happened, even if it meant my body completely gave me away. So...my legs may have dropped open a bit, allowing him easier access.
Wyatt’s hand traveled up further and further, until he was touching the top of my panties. It settled there for a moment and slowly slipped beneath the waistband of my cotton thigh highs, cupping me for a moment. Just as I grew used to his touch, his fingers sought me out, probing until they found my throbbing, aching, wet vagina. I couldn’t help but gasp as he entered me while bracing against my pubic bone. Something in me couldn’t help but respond as I began to grind against his palm. My mouth wanted his so that I could hide.
Pulling him towards me, I stole my first kiss, but he refused to linger. “No, doll,” he murmured. “I don’t want to miss this.” His finger worked some sort of magic within me. I could feel this pressure building and I rubbed harder, faster. “Just let go,” he murmured. Then his mouth was on my nipple through the fabric of the dress.
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