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I'm going to regret it."
That's it. I'm done saying no and trying to take the high road. If this is what she wants, I'm more than happy to give it to her.
She raises herself to a sitting position as I lower myself on the bed next to her. I lean forward and reach under her hair, holding the back of her head. A low whimper sounds from Allie as I stroke the base of her neck and pull her towards me.
This is it. The moment I've been yearning for. The moment I've dreaded. It's the moment of no return.
Chapter 6
Allie
Heart pounding. Pulse racing. Body tingling.
I feel it all with an intensity I’ve never experienced, an intensity I never dreamed existed, as his warm lips meet and electrify mine.
Toes curling. Heat building. Need pulsing.
I can't think. Or breathe.
My lips part at his command. His tongue brushes up against mine, exploring, probing, conditioning my body to succumb to his demands like a lion to its tamer.
Dizzy. Breathless.
I'm a ship sailing over high-pitched crests, swirling like a sprite into the air, floating like dew on the clouds. I'm soaring on exhilarating peaks of lust and longing.
This kiss, the best kiss of my life, causes my skin to cover with goose bumps. It touches my body inside and out in ways I never knew a kiss could. In ways no other kiss ever came close to.
I moan and slide down on the bed, pulling him with me so our mouths won't separate. I feel my body tremble as every hard muscle of Jagger's covers me, pinning me between him and the mattress. I realize his muscles aren't all that's hard. My legs open and my knees bend, making room for him, welcoming him like a guest.
I feel safe. Warm. Wanted.
His hands cup my cheeks, and his hips press into me. I don't remember the last time I felt this desired. By Bailey. By anyone.
My breaths come quicker, faster. I'm gasping for air every time his mouth leaves mine and drops to my neck or the spot behind my ear.
Jagger reaches a hand under my neck, and the other slides down my face, my side, down to my hip, then back up. I'm waiting for him to make the next move, for his hand to slip under my shirt or down my pants, for him to start to undress me, for him to move us into the next phase of this intense pleasure, but it isn't happening. He starts the pattern of holding, of grasping, of touching all over again.
Jagger's fingers swirl through my hair and massage my head before he drags his hand down my side again. His thumb barely brushes against the side of my breast on its journey, this time continuing downward until his hand stops on my hip. His fingers grip me, biting through the clothes and holding me tight so I can no longer tilt my hips up to rub against or meet him.
He's controlling this...whatever it is happening between us. He not only rules it, but at the moment me as well. I'm Jagger's to do with what he wants. I just wish he'd do more, take it further.
Normally, even thinking a guy wanted to take charge of me, of a situation like this, I'd be insulted. Indignant. I'm no one's toy. Right now I'm happy to relinquish control and let Jagger lead. So far the ride has been the best of my life.
His mouth moves to my neck and the gruffness of his stubbly shadow scratches against me. I squirm beneath him until he brings his lips to the corners of my mouth. I gasp for breath and hold on tight, hoping to center myself and slow my breathing before the next onslaught of pleasure steals me away. It's no use. Once his mouth seizes mine, I'm lost again.
I don't know how long we continue like this, kissing and groping each other with a fierceness and urgency I've never experienced before. As amazing as it is, I want more. My body aches to feel him, to be filled by him. I slip my hands down his corded back and stop for a moment at the waistband of his shorts.
I think I'm going to explode if he doesn't strip me down and fuck me, Before I can overthink what I'm doing and stop myself, I slip my fingers beneath the band and inch them down.
That's it. I'm done saying no and trying to take the high road. If this is what she wants, I'm more than happy to give it to her.
She raises herself to a sitting position as I lower myself on the bed next to her. I lean forward and reach under her hair, holding the back of her head. A low whimper sounds from Allie as I stroke the base of her neck and pull her towards me.
This is it. The moment I've been yearning for. The moment I've dreaded. It's the moment of no return.
Chapter 6
Allie
Heart pounding. Pulse racing. Body tingling.
I feel it all with an intensity I’ve never experienced, an intensity I never dreamed existed, as his warm lips meet and electrify mine.
Toes curling. Heat building. Need pulsing.
I can't think. Or breathe.
My lips part at his command. His tongue brushes up against mine, exploring, probing, conditioning my body to succumb to his demands like a lion to its tamer.
Dizzy. Breathless.
I'm a ship sailing over high-pitched crests, swirling like a sprite into the air, floating like dew on the clouds. I'm soaring on exhilarating peaks of lust and longing.
This kiss, the best kiss of my life, causes my skin to cover with goose bumps. It touches my body inside and out in ways I never knew a kiss could. In ways no other kiss ever came close to.
I moan and slide down on the bed, pulling him with me so our mouths won't separate. I feel my body tremble as every hard muscle of Jagger's covers me, pinning me between him and the mattress. I realize his muscles aren't all that's hard. My legs open and my knees bend, making room for him, welcoming him like a guest.
I feel safe. Warm. Wanted.
His hands cup my cheeks, and his hips press into me. I don't remember the last time I felt this desired. By Bailey. By anyone.
My breaths come quicker, faster. I'm gasping for air every time his mouth leaves mine and drops to my neck or the spot behind my ear.
Jagger reaches a hand under my neck, and the other slides down my face, my side, down to my hip, then back up. I'm waiting for him to make the next move, for his hand to slip under my shirt or down my pants, for him to start to undress me, for him to move us into the next phase of this intense pleasure, but it isn't happening. He starts the pattern of holding, of grasping, of touching all over again.
Jagger's fingers swirl through my hair and massage my head before he drags his hand down my side again. His thumb barely brushes against the side of my breast on its journey, this time continuing downward until his hand stops on my hip. His fingers grip me, biting through the clothes and holding me tight so I can no longer tilt my hips up to rub against or meet him.
He's controlling this...whatever it is happening between us. He not only rules it, but at the moment me as well. I'm Jagger's to do with what he wants. I just wish he'd do more, take it further.
Normally, even thinking a guy wanted to take charge of me, of a situation like this, I'd be insulted. Indignant. I'm no one's toy. Right now I'm happy to relinquish control and let Jagger lead. So far the ride has been the best of my life.
His mouth moves to my neck and the gruffness of his stubbly shadow scratches against me. I squirm beneath him until he brings his lips to the corners of my mouth. I gasp for breath and hold on tight, hoping to center myself and slow my breathing before the next onslaught of pleasure steals me away. It's no use. Once his mouth seizes mine, I'm lost again.
I don't know how long we continue like this, kissing and groping each other with a fierceness and urgency I've never experienced before. As amazing as it is, I want more. My body aches to feel him, to be filled by him. I slip my hands down his corded back and stop for a moment at the waistband of his shorts.
I think I'm going to explode if he doesn't strip me down and fuck me, Before I can overthink what I'm doing and stop myself, I slip my fingers beneath the band and inch them down.
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