else’ to happen?
His lips approached mine, and the question vanished from my mind; I’d worry about answers later.
Instead of kissing me, he moved his lips to my ear.
“Remember when I said I don’t bite? That was kind of a lie.”
His hands slid under my sweater, skin scorching against mine as he moved to lift the shirt over my head. He unhooked my bra, dropping it to the floor along with the sweater. I looked down at the building mess.
“Are we just leaving this here?”
“Where else should it go?”
“The bedroom, put away properly.”
“We can do that when we head up there, if that’s what you want. But it’s not happening anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?”
I was certain we were heading to the bed to have sex; why couldn't we just take the clothes with us?
“Stop asking questions,” he said, making sure I shut up by pressing his lips into mine.
He kissed me rough, hard, more intensely than I’d ever experienced before. His hands trailed down my waist to my butt as he pulled me closer. I gasped when his tongue parted my lips. I’d only kissed like that one other time.
I didn’t remember liking it very much, but when I twirled my tongue around his, I felt a tightening in my core. I don’t know when I wrapped my arms around him, but I found myself pulling him even closer, wanting more of him.
I felt a poke in my belly, small at first, but quickly growing. Despite everything, that was when I knew it was real, that’s when I accepted what was happening between us. I knew I needed to fight it. Instead, I allowed it to take me away.
He cupped my butt and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him as he led us away from the front door, my fingers knotted through his thick blond hair as our tongues continued exploring each other.
I never thought kissing could be so pleasurable. Maybe it was the desperation of my body, the loneliness of my soul. Despite the part of me that knew it was wrong, I never wanted to stop.
He lowered my body on the couch, hands moving to the front of my pants to unbutton them. I gasped, finally breaking away from our kisses as he stuck his hand down my panties.
He smiled at my response. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been touched before.”
“Once. I-I don’t think I like it.”
He cupped my sex, massaging my sensitive flesh. The stroke was tender, but my nerves were on edge enough for the light touch to shoot waves throughout me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He pulled my pants halfway down to get better access. “Are you sure you don’t like it? I can feel your pussy throbbing in my hand, almost like it’s begging for it.”
My skin flushed as he became familiar with my body, even more familiar than I was. My core thumped harder with each of his feather light touches, the sensation surprising and wanted .
One of his fingers pressed against my opening. My body tensed, then relaxed as he gently made his way in. I could feel my wetness increasing to an embarrassing level. I looked down at the mess on his hands and frowned.
“I’m so sorry; I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My voice came out in a barely-there gasp.
“You keep doing what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he said with a grin before leaning over to kiss me once more.
My concern over the mess I was making disappeared as he inserted a second digit. Involuntarily, I moaned into his mouth as we kissed. Either he didn’t notice the awful sound, or he didn’t care because he didn’t miss a beat.
I didn’t think the pulsing between my legs could intensify any more, but as his hand worked in and out of me, it seemed like it reached a new high. If Derek made me feel any better, I was sure the pleasure would soon turn to an over-stimulated pain.
My legs began trembling, and I knew my body would give out soon. I needed to stop him before it got to that point, but I couldn’t force myself to push him away.
And then, it was too late.
My face dropped away
His lips approached mine, and the question vanished from my mind; I’d worry about answers later.
Instead of kissing me, he moved his lips to my ear.
“Remember when I said I don’t bite? That was kind of a lie.”
His hands slid under my sweater, skin scorching against mine as he moved to lift the shirt over my head. He unhooked my bra, dropping it to the floor along with the sweater. I looked down at the building mess.
“Are we just leaving this here?”
“Where else should it go?”
“The bedroom, put away properly.”
“We can do that when we head up there, if that’s what you want. But it’s not happening anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?”
I was certain we were heading to the bed to have sex; why couldn't we just take the clothes with us?
“Stop asking questions,” he said, making sure I shut up by pressing his lips into mine.
He kissed me rough, hard, more intensely than I’d ever experienced before. His hands trailed down my waist to my butt as he pulled me closer. I gasped when his tongue parted my lips. I’d only kissed like that one other time.
I didn’t remember liking it very much, but when I twirled my tongue around his, I felt a tightening in my core. I don’t know when I wrapped my arms around him, but I found myself pulling him even closer, wanting more of him.
I felt a poke in my belly, small at first, but quickly growing. Despite everything, that was when I knew it was real, that’s when I accepted what was happening between us. I knew I needed to fight it. Instead, I allowed it to take me away.
He cupped my butt and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him as he led us away from the front door, my fingers knotted through his thick blond hair as our tongues continued exploring each other.
I never thought kissing could be so pleasurable. Maybe it was the desperation of my body, the loneliness of my soul. Despite the part of me that knew it was wrong, I never wanted to stop.
He lowered my body on the couch, hands moving to the front of my pants to unbutton them. I gasped, finally breaking away from our kisses as he stuck his hand down my panties.
He smiled at my response. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been touched before.”
“Once. I-I don’t think I like it.”
He cupped my sex, massaging my sensitive flesh. The stroke was tender, but my nerves were on edge enough for the light touch to shoot waves throughout me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He pulled my pants halfway down to get better access. “Are you sure you don’t like it? I can feel your pussy throbbing in my hand, almost like it’s begging for it.”
My skin flushed as he became familiar with my body, even more familiar than I was. My core thumped harder with each of his feather light touches, the sensation surprising and wanted .
One of his fingers pressed against my opening. My body tensed, then relaxed as he gently made his way in. I could feel my wetness increasing to an embarrassing level. I looked down at the mess on his hands and frowned.
“I’m so sorry; I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My voice came out in a barely-there gasp.
“You keep doing what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he said with a grin before leaning over to kiss me once more.
My concern over the mess I was making disappeared as he inserted a second digit. Involuntarily, I moaned into his mouth as we kissed. Either he didn’t notice the awful sound, or he didn’t care because he didn’t miss a beat.
I didn’t think the pulsing between my legs could intensify any more, but as his hand worked in and out of me, it seemed like it reached a new high. If Derek made me feel any better, I was sure the pleasure would soon turn to an over-stimulated pain.
My legs began trembling, and I knew my body would give out soon. I needed to stop him before it got to that point, but I couldn’t force myself to push him away.
And then, it was too late.
My face dropped away
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