said.
“She sounds
wonderful,” she softly said.
“She is. Now tell
me, how did you become an artist?” I asked.
“My childhood
wasn’t ideal. I mean it wasn’t normal. There were no loving parents giving me
unconditional love and praises. I literally raised myself and was on my way of
raising Bailey. My mother was always strung out on something. She had a string
of men parading in and out of our house. I had to find an outlet for my
loneliness. As a child I was always good at drawing and art. I had a natural
ability to draw for some unexplainable reason. It was my constant outlet and
comfort growing up,” she said. Our food arrived at that moment
and we ate in
companionable silence. The only sounds were the little moans of pleasure she
made with every bite. I smiled and said, “Do you realize every time you take a
bite of food, you make a sound? Mmm…”
“Oh my god! How
embarrassing,” she exclaimed.
“No, no, it was a
good sound. It did things to me, very sensual. It left me feeling all warm,
fuzzy and hard,” I playfully said. She adorably blushed, I freaking loved it. After
I paid the bill we walked out holding hands. She has really soft skin. When we
make it to my car I pushed her up against the passenger door and leaned in to
kiss her. She tempted me back, our tongues sliding in and out. I run my tongue
lightly over her lips and tenderly nip her bottom lip before sucking it into my
mouth. She smiled against my lips, opened her mouth allowing my tongue to roam
and explore. She moaned and pressed her breast against my chest. I groaned as
she sucked on my tongue. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed. I pulled
away from her lips panting, “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
She leaned into my
ear and said, “I would like to do that again, please.” Her voice sounded all
breathy and sexy as shit. She has the most sensual lips I’ve ever had the
pleasure of kissing. They are plump, and pouty. As I leaned my lips towards
her, she grabbed my face, gently brushing her lips against mine and whispered,
“I want to kiss you, may I?”
My brain is buzzing
as I nodded my head once. She immediately placed her lips over mine, and I felt
the softness, and warmth of her mouth. The kiss was long, soft, and sensual. She
tasted of peaches. I leaned down towards her neck and rubbed my nose down the
column of her neck before lightly biting the hollow where the neck meets the
shoulder. She shudders in my arms. I placed my lips against her ear and
whisper, “Your hugs and kisses are the stars that light up my world.” She
exhaled and said, “In your arms is right where I want to be, where nothing else
matters, but you and me.”
“Come home with me
tonight. I want to hold you in my arms, pretty girl,” I softly said.
“I wish I could. I really
want to, but I promised to make pancakes for Bailey tomorrow. I’ve never broken
a promise to her,” she said quietly. I was disappointed that she wouldn’t sleep
in my arms, but I understood.
“Invite me for
breakfast, Rebel. If I can’t have you in my arms through the night, then I want
breakfast,” I declared.
“Alright, breakfast
tomorrow,” she agreed.
I HAVE NO idea why I agreed to go out with Wyatt. I
mean, last night when I came out of the restroom he cornered me against the
wall. He pressed himself against me and gently caressed my check and lightly
brushed his lips against mine. He only touched me in two places, but I felt the
electrical current course throughout my entire body. I had no idea what was
happening to me, but I knew it had to do with his inexplicable hold on me.
Wyatt called to me and I wasn't strong enough to fight this pull towards him. Hell,
if I were to be honest I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to pull him closer
and hold on tight for dear life. I wanted to be consumed by him until there was
nothing left of me just him. I agreed to go out with him and he looked smug in
the fact that I agreed.
Wyatt
“She sounds
wonderful,” she softly said.
“She is. Now tell
me, how did you become an artist?” I asked.
“My childhood
wasn’t ideal. I mean it wasn’t normal. There were no loving parents giving me
unconditional love and praises. I literally raised myself and was on my way of
raising Bailey. My mother was always strung out on something. She had a string
of men parading in and out of our house. I had to find an outlet for my
loneliness. As a child I was always good at drawing and art. I had a natural
ability to draw for some unexplainable reason. It was my constant outlet and
comfort growing up,” she said. Our food arrived at that moment
and we ate in
companionable silence. The only sounds were the little moans of pleasure she
made with every bite. I smiled and said, “Do you realize every time you take a
bite of food, you make a sound? Mmm…”
“Oh my god! How
embarrassing,” she exclaimed.
“No, no, it was a
good sound. It did things to me, very sensual. It left me feeling all warm,
fuzzy and hard,” I playfully said. She adorably blushed, I freaking loved it. After
I paid the bill we walked out holding hands. She has really soft skin. When we
make it to my car I pushed her up against the passenger door and leaned in to
kiss her. She tempted me back, our tongues sliding in and out. I run my tongue
lightly over her lips and tenderly nip her bottom lip before sucking it into my
mouth. She smiled against my lips, opened her mouth allowing my tongue to roam
and explore. She moaned and pressed her breast against my chest. I groaned as
she sucked on my tongue. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed. I pulled
away from her lips panting, “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
She leaned into my
ear and said, “I would like to do that again, please.” Her voice sounded all
breathy and sexy as shit. She has the most sensual lips I’ve ever had the
pleasure of kissing. They are plump, and pouty. As I leaned my lips towards
her, she grabbed my face, gently brushing her lips against mine and whispered,
“I want to kiss you, may I?”
My brain is buzzing
as I nodded my head once. She immediately placed her lips over mine, and I felt
the softness, and warmth of her mouth. The kiss was long, soft, and sensual. She
tasted of peaches. I leaned down towards her neck and rubbed my nose down the
column of her neck before lightly biting the hollow where the neck meets the
shoulder. She shudders in my arms. I placed my lips against her ear and
whisper, “Your hugs and kisses are the stars that light up my world.” She
exhaled and said, “In your arms is right where I want to be, where nothing else
matters, but you and me.”
“Come home with me
tonight. I want to hold you in my arms, pretty girl,” I softly said.
“I wish I could. I really
want to, but I promised to make pancakes for Bailey tomorrow. I’ve never broken
a promise to her,” she said quietly. I was disappointed that she wouldn’t sleep
in my arms, but I understood.
“Invite me for
breakfast, Rebel. If I can’t have you in my arms through the night, then I want
breakfast,” I declared.
“Alright, breakfast
tomorrow,” she agreed.
I HAVE NO idea why I agreed to go out with Wyatt. I
mean, last night when I came out of the restroom he cornered me against the
wall. He pressed himself against me and gently caressed my check and lightly
brushed his lips against mine. He only touched me in two places, but I felt the
electrical current course throughout my entire body. I had no idea what was
happening to me, but I knew it had to do with his inexplicable hold on me.
Wyatt called to me and I wasn't strong enough to fight this pull towards him. Hell,
if I were to be honest I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to pull him closer
and hold on tight for dear life. I wanted to be consumed by him until there was
nothing left of me just him. I agreed to go out with him and he looked smug in
the fact that I agreed.
Wyatt
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