He took a deep, shaky breath before begging, “Please stop acting like I don’t exist. Like I don’t matter.”
His words stabbed me like a knife in the heart, and I wrapped my arms around him as he shook, tears of my own forming and spilling hot down my face, blurring my world. “Okay,” I whispered back, over and over again as we held each other.
We stood like that for a long time, holding each other, easing the pain we had caused each other. When I finally pulled back to look at him, he was staring at me with shining eyes and had a small, crooked smile on his face as he said, “You drive me crazy, kid.”
That was it for me. In a second, his lips were on my mine, ending my depraved hunger. I let out a soft moan as we kissed with passionate desperation, our lips locked together tightly. The kiss was hot and soft, one big whirlwind. Our arms wrapped around each other and pulled tighter, pressing our bodies together.
Blake’s hands moved to cup my face, and he pulled his lips back slightly, teasing me delicately. I tried to move closer, but he smiled against my mouth as he held my face firmly in place, continuing to tickle my lips with his. I pulled away from him, and he stared at me questioningly.
I bit my lip and gave him a devious smile. He moved closer to me and said, “Come back here. I’m not done with you.”
I moved out of his way and purred, “If you want to play games, I can play games.” I winked and saw his eyes shine with realization and hunger. I slowly pulled off my shirt. I watched his eyes widen, and he licked his lips greedily. I let him watch me for a moment, the air cool on my naked stomach and breasts. “If you want me, you have to catch me,” I sang in a playful voice, throwing my shirt at his face and taking off into the living room.
I giggled when he ran up behind me and squealed when his arms wrapped around me just a few feet from the couch. “Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear, his body pressed hard against my back. His hands rested hot on my hips, and I wanted so badly to turn around.
I whipped around to face him, desperate for a kiss. Blake looked down at me, shaking his head with a wicked smile. His hands were on the back of my hips now. He pressed down tightly, spun me back around, and repeated harshly, “Do not move.”
My muscles tightened at his dominating, powerful words. I bit my lip and obeyed his order. Blake moved his right hand from my hip, using it to sweep the hair from the right side of my neck, exposing it. He placed his hand roughly on my hip again, and I gasped as he pressed his warm lips to my skin.
I leaned my head back to give him a better angle as he pressed several kisses along my neck, grazing his teeth against my throat. My breathing deepened, and I put my hands on his, my grip tightening around them. I felt him press harder against me, grinding against my bottom as he kissed my neck, swirling his tongue around to taste my skin.
I moved my hand up his arm as he moved his up my torso, tracing lines into my skin. I moved my face towards his and let out a moan as he kissed me. He touched my chest while giving me hot, open-mouthed kisses. He massaged my breasts in soft, circular motions and, still cupping them, moved his thumbs back and forth across the nipples. The pleasure was intense, and I rocked my hips, small noises escaping from my throat as he kissed me. He pulled away, kissing my jawline as I released deep, ragged breaths. His hands moved back down my torso and landed on my hips again. He was hard against me, which fueled my passion even more.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked me in a seductive voice, grinding himself roughly against me.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling as if I was going to explode from the intensity of the raw need consuming me.
He kissed from my jawline to my ear, and I could feel his warm breath as he whispered, “Beg for more.”
His voice was deep and heavy, and through laboring breaths, I begged, “Please, Blake. I want more.” The words had been on the tip of my tongue.
He kissed me again, his tongue darting quickly into my mouth, twisting devilishly with my own. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. His hand slowly undid the tie on my yoga pants.
He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes. “I know you want this,” he whispered, holding my gaze as he slid his hands down my pants, massaging me through my underwear.
My thighs shook, and I breathed, “Oh, please.” My hips bucked into his hand. Blake pressed his lips onto my neck and along my shoulder as he continued to massage me, reducing me to trembles and moans. A tingling sensation began in my body, and I moaned so loudly I feared the neighbors might hear. The tingling spread outward until my moan became a cry as the orgasm burst wildly.
I pulled away from him, turning around, my lips puffy and swollen from fanatical kisses. “My turn,” I whispered, still breathing heavily from his tantalizing touch.