“Oh, so maybe you are a poet after all.”
“Maybe,” he says, his voice lowering. “Or maybe I’m just a man who has finally had enough with waiting for something good to happen.” Before I know what’s happening, he’s leaning forward, and his lips press against mine. Finally. I don’t care that anyone could look out the windows and see us. I just need him to continue touching and kissing me.
I close my eyes, and suddenly, my arms are around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. He kisses me softly at first, and then when he sees that I’m kissing him back, the pressure intensifies. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I run my fingers through his silky hair, and I feel his hands running down my back. I melt into him, with the warm sun on my face, and time stands still. I press my breasts against his chest and holds me close against him. His fingers run down my back and he tugs on my hair slightly, but I don’t care. I just love the feel of him next to me.
I run my fingers down the front of his pants and squeeze his cock. He grunts as I squeeze and I feel his cock twitching.
“Come,” He pulls me further up and around the corner. His eyes are dark and narrow and I watch as he pulls up my top and pulls my bra down. His fingers gently rub my nipples and I gasp loudly. This causes him to chuckle before taking my left nipple in his mouth while playing with my right breast. Wanton need fills me and I run my fingers through his hair. He pulls away, then kisses me again, while his fingers continue caressing my breasts. I am so turned on I can barely think. I push him back, reach down and unzip him. He looks at me, with a wide, shocked expression as I pull his cock out. It’s long, and hard and I run my fingers back and forth as I squeeze him. He groans as I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time and I can feel him growing in my mouth as I suck him. I bob my head up and down, loving the feel of him. Then he grabs my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth.Deeper and faster and soon I’m feeling him at the back of my throat. I want to make him come. I want to hear him grunting my name. He stills and I think he’s about to come, but then he stops.
My eyes fly open, and he looks at me with a sheepish grin as he pulls out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He reaches down and holds his cock in his palm.
“Why?” I say, licking my lips nervously.
“I guess… I don’t know if I overstepped too much or if it’s too soon.” His hand moves back and forth slowly as I stand up.
“Too soon?” I look at him. “What do you mean?” I swallow hard. I can’t believe he’s finishing himself off in front of me.
“I mean, you just got out of a relationship and—” He pauses and his eyes are locked on mine as he hand moves faster and faster and soon he’s breathing heavily. He leans forward, kisses me, then sucks on my nipples, before jerking off quickly and exploding into the ground. “Fuck…That felt good.” He pulls a tissue from his pocket and cleans himself up, as I pull my bra back up. I don’t know why I found the moment so hot, but I was practically panting.
”Trust me when I say that I’m not sad that Patrick and I are no longer together.”
“So you’re saying that I can do it again?” His voice is hoarse.
“I’m saying that if your lips were to touch mine another time, I wouldn’t say no. In fact, I might quite enjoy it.”
“So you don’t hate me as much as you were making out earlier?”
“I don’t think I would have given you head if I hated you.” I lick my lips. “You didn’t have to stop by the way. I also never made out that I hated you.”
“I would beg to differ, but I’m not going to argue about it.” He winks at me. “I’d love to replay the favor. I want to lick you up down right now.”
I swallow hard at his words. The thought of his tongue on me right now feels almost as good as the touch itself.
“Maybe we’ve had our wires crossed.” He says softly.
”You’re just a difficult man to read.”
“Oh, and you’re so easy?”
“I’m as easy as you are.”
“Touché.” He leans forward, and I feel his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “You are beautiful, Gina.”
“Thank you. You are, too.”
“I’m what?” He grins. “I’m beautiful?”
“I mean, you are handsome. That’s what I meant to say.”
I’m flustered and breathless, and I’m not quite sure what’s just happened, but I don’t want this moment to end. I also want to know if he has a girlfriend or not. “I was wondering if you were in a rela?—”
“ARRGHHHH” We hear the scream piercing through the window, and we look at each other in shock.
“What was that?” I ask him.
“I’m not sure.”
