Is he going to kiss me?
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Holly
His lips softly take mine as he kisses me. It's a soft kiss, with an undertone of suction. My arms are around his neck as he holds me in the air. It's as if I am light as a feather. We kiss again and again and oh……. this man is such a different species of male to what I've ever known before. He's not flashy or trying to woo me with smoothness. He just is as he is, and it's so refreshingly honest.
Real.
His lips take mine again and this time with hunger. I can feel the arousal as it takes over his body. With every thrash of his tongue, his grip tightens around my body. Seven years is a long time for a person to go without physical touch and I want to give it to him. I want to be the first person that he …
He carries me down the hall and places me carefully on the ground in the kitchen. His eyes hold mine and it's as if he's assessing the situation, thinking carefully about his next move or sentence. Wondering if I'm going to run…. or if he should.
I pause as I try to get the wording right. "I like you, Jack."
His arms snake around me once more and he pulls my hips to his and I feel his large erection as it presses against me. "I like you, too."
My stomach flutters …fuck, he's big.
He kisses me and this time with purpose. This isn’t a promise of a grand love affair. We both know that’s impossible, or rather, it’s a decision. A conscious decision to get to know each other physically. And I'm okay with that, and by the feeling of his hard body up against mine, I'm pretty sure that he is, too.
Our kiss turns frantic and he lifts me up to sit on the kitchen counter. The sound of the rain on the roof hammering above is adding to the dramatic feeling between us. His hand snakes up my leg as he wraps it around his hips. His open mouth drops to my neck as he kisses me hungrily, his teeth grazing my skin.
Goosebumps scatter all over.
I glance up and see our reflection in the kitchen window. Me on the counter with my legs spread around him, his two hands on the counter behind me as he holds himself up, his lips on my neck and his eyes tightly closed.
He's completely lost in the moment.
The thought of what he's been through and what he's missed since then tears my usual defences wide open and suddenly, I'm frantic. I want this man. I want all of this man; I want to spoil him…bring him undone.
I whimper as I pull him closer. his hand runs up my thigh and he slides it into my shorts. He brushes the backs of his fingers through my sex and his eyes flutter closed with arousal. "Fuck," he murmurs.
"Touch me," I whimper. Oh God… don't stop…I want it all…
Fuck me.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly glides his fingertips through my dripping wet sex. He lets out a low whistle. "You. Feel. So. Good."
I arch my back, searching for a deeper connection.
Reading my queues, he slides his thick finger deep inside of me and I clench around it. His eyes are dark and I clench again to show him what I can do.
He inhales sharply in appreciation. "Fuck yeah."
I shudder hard.
Oh Hell, this could get embarrassing. I haven’t been touched for so long. I feel like I'm about to come already. He begins to pump me, first with one finger, then with two. His lips take mine as he kisses me hard. With one hand he grips the back of my head and with the other he adds another thick finger and I clench as I bite his bottom lip.
Oh Hell, that feels good. Too good.
My hands grip his shoulders as he works me hard and I can feel his muscles contract with every pump of his hand. His moves get faster and faster, more violent.
And I grip his shoulders as I whimper into his mouth.
"You like that?" he says as he watches me, though it wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement.
And I don’t like that, I love that.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down and the pinch of pain on my lips reacts with the wave of pleasure from below and I shudder hard as I clench around his fingers, the orgasm so strong that I convulse. He smiles against my lips in triumph.
I pant as my eyes hold his, well …that’s an embarrassing record. I came in three minutes flat.
He scoops me off the kitchen counter and carries me into the bedroom and stands me next to the bed. He slowly peels my shirt over my head and then takes my pants down and throws them to the side. I stand before him, naked and vulnerable.