Then he rolled on top of me.
I might have screamed.
He stopped, his elbows on either side of my head.
I clamped my legs around his hips. Hard. Held him firm.
“Stay,” I demanded.
“I’m not a dog.” He laughed.
The sounds coming out of me were frustrating enough, but then he smiled and put his mouth on my neck. Sucked me gently, in small, heady kisses, leaving a wet trail down my shoulder. My legs holding him firm.
“What are you like?” I smiled when he finally let me breathe.
We were both tangled in the sheets. My foot stuck weirdly in a knot of cotton fabric. His chest… That hoodie of his pulled up under his skin from… Maybe I’d done it. Maybe he had.
The thing was. I was…hard. Like I could actually help myself with all of him quietly sliding up and down my body. He didn’t need words. Neither did I. Just that delicious sound of his breaths against my skin. My hand now on his side, exploring up and down. Testing the waters. Trying to get in between us.
His hips raised just enough for me to do that. A trail of hair against the top of my hand. My fingers still on the move. Down. Please let me?
My poor briefs hid nothing, and I’d already made peace with the fact that he had me figured out. My head was a little dizzy from how frightened I was. Of everything this was. What was happening right now. His mouth back on mine, in those…kisses.
I’d been kissed, okay? But I’d been kissed by people who didn’t matter. People in clubs. People who’d kissed me as a joke. I knew that far too well.
I’d not been kissed…like this. This heady, this desperate, this warm.
I was sweating under the weight of him, wearing both him and all his clothes. But kissed I was, and trying to keep up with him was mesmerising. I wanted to try to kiss him back, but everything I tried, he would just overwhelm me. So I let him. Let him just take from me, exactly what he wanted. My mouth. My little moans, because I was making them. Couldn’t help it, not when his hand slid up my chest, and gently…and I meant that. Gently. Squeezed my nipple.
The reaction against his groin was immediate, and I know he felt it. He jolted, just a small one, but his mouth stopped, my bottom lip still pinched between his.
“I want to make you come,” he hissed out, before letting the tip of his tongue trail over my top lip.
“You’ll do that if you don’t stop,” I hissed back, surprised I was actually…still in the game.
The game. I smiled into his mouth.
I think he smiled back.
“Can I?” he said, his palm now flat over my chest. Looking at me. Like he needed my permission to do anything he wanted. For the record, I would have let him do anything to me. Flip me over and penetrate me dry. I would have let him. Taken it and treasured him breaking me apart.
I would have let him put his dick in my mouth. Pushed me to the limits as I drooled and cried and gagged. I would have let him. I would have been grateful.
I knew full well how fucked up that sounded, even thinking it to myself in my head.
“You can,” I replied, as my head flew back. The way he pinched my nipple. A little harder. Something that shot right through my body, a slash of arousal straight from the source to my cock.
Hard. Pulsating.
He moved again, adjusting his position so his groin…was against mine.
“Take what you need,” I begged.
“But what do you need?” he whispered in my ear. Another kiss on my neck. His mouth. That warm tongue trailing over my collarbone.
He rose up to get better access, his clothes still on.
I hated that they were, but at the same time? It felt unreal. Safe.
