The rush of sensations overwhelms me. His lips are warm and firm, sweet and demanding. I moan softly. He takes advantage of the opening, and his tongue slips into my mouth, stroking mine, and flooding my body with a wonderful sweetness.
He pops my seatbelt in one swift movement, and in the next moment, he pulls me to him, crushing my breasts against his chest. His fingers lightly skims the side of my breast, he squeezes it gently, and then softly pinches my nipple through the fabric of my gown.
“Oh!” I moan loudly, my eyes flutter to his face to find him watching me, his eyes dark. His lips are so close to mine, so I raise my head and kiss them. He kisses me back. I can do this forever, I think, my head spinning wildly.
He reaches up into my hair and undoes the barrettes, releasing my hair to fall around my face.
He pulls away to look at me, his chest heaving. “Sophie...” he breathes softly. “I wanted to do that since I saw you outside the shop this afternoon,” He runs his fingers through a few strands of my hair, and smiles at me. “You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
I breathe in a lungful of air. My heart is pounding, and I can hear the blood rushing in my ears, I want him to kiss me again.
He sighs and releases me. “I’d better take you home.” He says, his voice tinged with frustration
My body stiffens in disappointment, which, I’m sure he can see on my face. He traces a finger over my lip, sending a thrill of pleasure down my spine. “I want you.” He says, his eyes devouring my face.
My body contracts with a delicious sweetness. “I want you too.”
He chuckles at my shy words. “I can’t make any promises, Sophie.” There is a rueful smile on his face. “You don’t deserve someone who will forget about you the moment he is out of town.”
My body is aching with longing. While I am dimly aware that he’s trying to warn me away, I don’t really care. “Will you forget me so quickly?” I ask.
He doesn’t look at me. “I don’t know.”
I swallow hard, confused, and eager for him to continue what he’s started. “What if I don’t care?” I ask in a voice that does not even sound like mine. “What if I want you anyway?”
Chapter Three
His eyes bore into mine in the semi darkness of the car. I wait for him to say something. He doesn’t, instead he turns away from me and starts to drive.
Soon we are at my place. I don’t know what he is going to do, and I am reluctant to leave the car. I look up at him, unsure and hopeful. He ignores me and steps out of the car, the next moment he is opening the door at my side and helping me out.
He follows me upstairs, and as I climb the stairs, I keep stealing glances at him. My heart is in my mouth, but I know what I want. I want him.
Soon we are in my apartment, which is thankfully clean. I feel a wave of gratitude towards Aunt Josephine for teaching me to clean up after myself. In the living room, I am suddenly seized with panic and self-doubt, what if my inexperience is too glaring, what if I disappoint him.
As soon as the door closes behind us, he pulls me towards him. He pushes my hair away from my face and starts to kiss me all over my face. He drops light feathery kisses on my eyes, my nose, my chin, his lips move to my ear, and he sucks on my earlobe. I moan helplessly. It feels so good.
He licks under my ear, making me shudder, then he lifts his head and kisses me on the lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
This kiss is sensual. His tongue explores my mouth, stroking and tasting me, building heat in the deepest recesses of my body.
He pulls down the zipper of my dress, then his hands are underneath it, skimming over my thighs, and moving upwards. He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it on the floor. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His erection presses against me through my wet panties, and I press closer, wanting more.
He cups both my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently through my bra, then rubbing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I sigh.
“Do you like that?” His voice is low.
I nod.
His hands move, and with one deft movement he unhooks my bra and pulls it off my shoulders. Under his gaze, my aching nipples pucker up immediately, extending towards his mouth. I tremble with pleasure at the look of frank admiration in his eyes.
He bends f
orward and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and licking it at the same time. I whimper and strain against the wall, pressing my body harder against his bulging erection. He grips me, holding me still with his hands on both sides of my ribs, and then continues to treat my nipple. His tongue swirls around it, then he bites it gently, and then sucks it. When I’m about to go mad, he moves to the other breast. I lose all my senses to the sweet, sweet fire building between my legs. I rub frantically against him. I need him to touch me there.
He stops suddenly, and with a finger under my chin, he lifts my face until I am looking up at him. His voice is hoarse. “I am going to make love to you now.” He says, “So if you want me to stop, tell me.”
I shake my head frantically, if he stops at this point, I’ll probably die.