They’re pressed against me so lightly that I wonder if I’m just imagining this and then he applies a little more pressure. He starts to move his mouth and my insides feel like molten lava; an intense heat builds in the pit of my stomach and is slowly making its way south. He’s supporting his weight with his elbows and cups my face with his hands, pulling me further into his kiss.
His tongue traces the seam of my mouth and when I open up to grant him access, his tongue pushes in and sweeps inside, skimming my own. A throaty groan escapes my chest and he lets his teeth nip at my lower lip before sucking it and then plunges his tongue back into my mouth. I’m aware that I’m panting and clinging to him as if he’s my lifeline, but in this moment it feels like he is. I rub my legs together to relieve the pressure building between them and run my tongue against his.
This time it’s his turn to moan, “Fuck me.” He breathes out and it sends a wave of pleasure straight through me.
My heart’s pounding so hard he can probably feel it against his chest and I run my hands down his back, slipping my fingers under the hem of his shirt, my palms flattening against his warm taught skin as I feel his muscles flexing. He pulls his lips from mine and begins a slow torturous descent, placing soft hot kisses to my jaw, neck, shoulders, then moving lower and lower until I know I’m done for.
I’M EITHER IN heaven or hell and I can’t decide which: heaven because I’m kissing this amazing girl that I literally want to devour, and hell because I don’t want to stop and I know I have to. I’m kissing the apex of her neck and she’s making the sexiest little growls I have ever heard, it’s like they have a direct line to my erection. I’m so hard it’s painful; it can’t be normal how turned on she makes me.
As my mouth travels lower down her chest I can feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her shirt. Seriously I deserve a medal for the fucking restraint I’m showing at the moment. I want to tear her clothes off, lay her bare and then taste every inch of her hot little body.
“Touch me, Ethan.” Her voice is all raspy and labored, like she’s fighting to breathe right. Her words have me almost coming in my jeans.
“Are you sure?” I say the words out loud and I mean them. I want this to be what she wants. If she wants me even a quarter as much as I want her, I’d die a happy man. My face is hovering over her chest, the swell of her breasts moving painfully close to my mouth with her panting. I am praying that she doesn’t change her mind, when she cups my face in her hands and looks me straight in the eye.
“Please.”
That’s all the confirmation I need. I unbutton her shirt to expose her soft creamy flesh to me; she’s wearing a purple lace bra and I can feel my body trembling with desire. She must be able to feel it too.
“Shit Blair, your perfect,” I say, palming her breast and watching her eyes drift shut as her head tilts back.
I pull the material to one side and free her from its confines. Her grip on my shoulders tightens and her nails bite into my skin. Her nipple is rock hard and so ready for me, I dip my head and pull it into my mouth, sucking hard and circling the tight bud with my tongue. She lets out another tiny moan and I’m starting to really fucking panic that I’m gonna lose it. This isn’t my first rodeo, I’ve slept with my fair share of girls but I’ve never felt like this before. When I’ve been with anyone else, I’ve always chased my own release; if they get off too, then good for them, but Blair’s different.
I pull her nipple out of my mouth with a popping noise and move back up to kiss her again. I could do this forever and not get bored. The thought scares the shit out of me and I realize this girl fucking owns me right now. Her body arches and she pushes herself against the aching bulge in my pants; it's the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured.
“I want you, Ethan,” she breathes in that sexy voice of hers.
“Fuck, Princess, say that again.” But she doesn’t; instead, she cups her hand over my jean-clad erection and I can’t think straight. My mind fogs over and all I can concentrate on is the feel of her body pressed against mine.
I run my hand down her stomach and open her jeans.
“Is this okay?” I ask, if she says no I think I may actually cry. She nods her approval and I slip my hand down over her panties cupping her, I can feel her heat radiating against my hand. I press my mouth to hers and run my tongue across her lips.
She cries out, whimpering and kicking her legs out straight tensing them. I look down, smiling at the effect I seem to be having on her as I run my nose against her cheek inhaling her sweet scent. I slip my hand under the waistband of the panties and she bucks on the bed.
“Wait,” she moans, and I freeze instantly.
I pull away, worried that I’ve overstepped the mark, that I’ve read the signals wrong and this isn’t what she wants, but I’m put at ease as she raises her ass off the bed and shimmies out of her jeans, tossing them on the floor beside her.
“You’re so damn hot,” I tell her as I position myself between her legs and hook my fingers over her panties, slowly pulling them down. I kiss the inside of both her thighs and it’s as much as I can take.
“I need to taste you, Princess.”