His lips were melting mine. The heat
flowed straight through me, melting me against him. I kept my hand on
his shoulders, so strong, so firm, kneading them gently, fingers tracing
every muscle. Oh, golly, he was built.
I snuggled against him, pushing my
breasts into his chest and not caring, just wanting to feel him against
me, my savior, my hero. His leg bumped mine and I moaned slightly and
made that little humming sound that comes when I’m really, really happy.
I wanted him. It had been a long time
since a man had kissed me, and never had one kissed me so well. His lips
excited me, kissed right through me to my wet areas and made me want to
beg to be filled. Already, my legs were tight against his leg which lay
between mine, and I was imagining it was a penis about to penetrate. I
moved my legs back and forth suggestively.
His hands slid down my back to my ass
and squeezed like I had a good time just ready to pop out my ass and he
wanted it now. His hand felt so good caressing me I could feel every
finger through my jeans as he rubbed in small circles before going back
to squeezing. I moaned and pressed against him. Hero squeezed harder,
even though his fingers were mashed between my ass and the mattress.
My legs danced against his, eager to
open, but held back by a tiny shred of control. His lips pulled at mine
so strongly they carved a path right through to my groin. His lips were
encouraging my legs to open up to him, to just spread wide and let him
go in. He kissed my neck.
Sweet, hot, friction between his legs
and mine. Our knees rubbed together, calves bumping each other. Even the
blankets, bunched under my feet and sliding off the bed, the sheet
rumpled and pressed into my back, all that felt sensual. As his lips
dove back to mine, I wanted to feel them everywhere, all over me. He
broke the kiss briefly.
“I love to be in control,” he said,
deep and slow. I looked into his eyes, and surrendered.
He felt it, some instinct, some shift
between us. He smiled, a slow grin, predator-like.
He drove a knee between mine and
spread my legs apart. I gasped. I felt like he had opened me, and in
doing so, opened more than just my legs. I felt completely exposed to
him as he leaned back enough to glance down before his head went back up
to lock eyes with me.
He shoved my legs open just a bit
further. His mouth was twisting on mine, fighting me. My hands dug deep
into his side, bracing for a wild ride as a bulge throbbed against my
inner thigh. I lifted my hips up and down a bit, enjoying the feel of
that hard rod.
