My first kiss was a pretty boring one. I had been expecting sparks and fireworks but it was all very mild. The first thing that popped into my mind as the boy kissed me was, what the fuck is so great about kissing? I then became annoyed because he had onion breath and I could taste it as he kissed me. Safe to say it wasn’t a good kiss.
I had zero thoughts when Michael kissed me. From the minute he placed his lips on mine, I froze, unable to do anything but be still. Then I started kissing him back and I was surprised by my intensity and how much I wanted more. Compared to my first kiss and maybe even any other kiss I’ve ever had, kissing Michael made me feel things I never expected.
It’s scary. Which is why I’m staring wide-eyed at him right now, breathing heavily. I raise my hand to put some space between us but he smiles before taking the hand and intertwining our fingers.
“We’re not done,” he says simply.
Before I can blink, I’m pushed up against my living room wall. My spine tingles from the momentum.
“Tell me to stop,” Michael groans against my lips.
Stop? Why would we ever stop?
My hand tightens around his neck, pulling him even closer. My insides feel like they’re melting; my heart thuds against my chest. He pulls away marginally and the way he stares at me, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring, makes me shiver.
I want to touch him everywhere. My hands grow bold as I drag my fingers down his shirt, straight toward the bulge in his pants. Michael lets out a shuddery breath as I rub the palm of my hand against his cock.
“Fuck, Christine,” he breathes.
I smile as I undo his belt and zipper, our mouths tangled in a kiss that leaves me wanting more. Michael moans when I slip a hand into his pants. He sucks in a breath as I trace the tip of his cock. He bites down on my bottom lip and I laugh softly before withdrawing my hand.
He immediately hauls me over his shoulder and heads in the direction of my bedroom.
"Ah! I can walk, Michael!” I shout.
“Just be quiet. I’ve got a lot I would like to do to you, and I want you to conserve your energy.”
He enters my bedroom and places me on the bed. His hands grip onto my thighs as he drags me toward the edge of the bed. The material of my shirt slides up and he frowns when he sees the shorts I have on. Without wasting a moment, he removes the shorts so that I’m covered by only my underwear from the waist down.
He grins as he slides his palm up my thighs. Then he looks up at me.
“Promise you won’t regret this,” he says softly.
I roll my eyes. “Getting scared, Mike? Surely you haven’t forgotten how to fuck a woman, Mr. CEO. Need a play-by-play?” I taunt.
He retaliates by unceremoniously pushing my panties to the side and shoving his finger into me. I gasp in surprise.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he says in awe as his finger moves inside of me.
I pant. “Enough with the cliché lines. Just take me already!”
He chuckles, then withdraws his finger. He presses his palm against my chest and pushes me backward onto the bed. Any retort or taunt in my mind disappears when he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and drags me toward his face.
Oh, God.
My insides throb and I already know it won’t take much effort to make me come. He removes my panties before using his two fingers to part me, and my entire body buzzes as his tongue darts out. I arch my back in response and my thighs squeeze his head between them, my fingers gripping the covers of the bed.
He drives me wild with his tongue. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking me hard.
“Michael,” I moan.
He slips a finger inside me, then adds another one. He crooks the two, guiding them to the perfect spot that has me losing my mind. I find myself screaming his name as my orgasm looms, crashing over me like a wave.
Michael kisses me softly, holding me as my body trembles and I come down from my high.
“That was amazing,” I mumble.
It’s been a while since I came that hard.