And the way her body responds?
God help me.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I’ve never felt this fucking possessed.
I grip her waist with one hand and slide my middle finger into her, carefully, her wetness completely swallowing all my senses, her legs trembling against my lap.
She hisses into my ear and lifts her hips in reflex, then lowers back on my hand, giving herself to me. I grip her nape, slamming her lips to mine to shut myself up when I curl my finger inside her.
Her back arches and she starts riding my hand without hesitation now, the nervousness suddenly leaving her. She takes my other hand and guides it down to her belly.
I know what she wants, but I can’t help it. I grip the lacy thing on her ass and pull on it so hard and quick it tears, not fully. I pull again, more violently, and it’s gone.
“Kasien!” She squeals with a hint of sharpness.
And now she’s naked in my arms. And I can’t hold back a smirk playing on my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
I’m not.
Before she can protest or anything, I quickly dive into her mouth, sliding my thumb down her lower belly to her clit, touching it gently, finding the right pace for her.
She trembles under my touch, a soft, helpless sound breaking from her as her nails sink into my shoulders, only making everything else sharper.
“You’re so—fuck. You’re unreal,” I mumble against her neck, biting her skin just slightly, not to hurt but to leave a mark probably. My hand settles in the pace she likes, sliding one more finger inside her when she whimpers like a little kitten.
“You’re shaking,” I whisper through a smug half-smile.
Jesus, that’s just so beautiful.
“Kasien, I—” She presses her forehead to mine, her breath fast and shattered.
“Mhm,” I hum.
She freezes for a second, whimpers leaving her throat, then her head falls down on my shoulder and her body is melting, collapsing in my arms.
I’ve never felt anything this intense. The way she responds to me, her pussy tightening, pulling me deeper, makes it almost impossible to think. I close my eyes, pressing my mouth to herneck to keep the sound in, to keep myself from completely losing it.
Her body is suddenly relaxing in my arms, collapsing on me, her hands almost limp and her head barely holding on her neck as it falls on my chest. I slowly take my fingers out of her.
I want to taste her. I fucking want to. I want to suck my fingers off and then drink the rest.
Instead, I take her waist and slowly lie her down on her back, caging her with my hands as I put kisses on her forehead, on her cheeks, everywhere, hovering above her.
Her lips are swollen, lush, red spots are covering her neck and her hair is falling around her like a dark wavy veil crowning her beauty.
I can’t hold in the smile as I see her looking at me, lost a little. She lifts her hand and grazes my bruises again, trailing her finger on my face like she’s trying to carve it into her memory.
Our breathing calms down slowly, leaving us in heavy but beautiful silence. Moonlight is lighting up the inside of the car, reflecting on her skin.
I can’t believe she’s here withme.
“Did you really just tear my underwear?” She looks at me, pissed but still smiling. I think that’s my favorite kind of smile she has, with those pouty lips.
I let my head fall to her chest in surrender, mumbling against her skin. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are.”
