he means.
He continues before I have a chance to ask him.
“That’s why I did what I did. That’s the reason I
moved you behind me today.” The rage comes back into his eyes the longer he
stares at the red marks. He really doesn’t like them, so I do the only thing I
can think of to make that look go away.
I kiss him.
Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him closer to me,
our lips meet for the first time. I must have startled him because he jumps,
but the tension he's holding starts to expel from his body as he starts kissing
me back. His lips are warm and soft against mine. I let my lips part, his
tongue dives into my mouth, intertwining with mine. He bites my lower lip
softly. I’m lost in the sensation. I finally understand what people mean when
they talk about earth-shattering kisses.
Wow…I mean, really, WOW! The man could win a
talent award for this. It’s like he’s drinking me in through his lips and
tongue. He pulls away far too quickly; both of us already breathless, but I
want more. I need more of him.
“You’ve had a long night and need some sleep,” he
says, his voice husky.
Screw that.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to
back up. Using my calves to pull him back to me causes my dress to ride up
further, revealing a peek of my black silk panties. He looks down, between us,
between my legs. He places his hands on each side of my thighs, touching my
bare skin. It feels incredible. It makes me want him even more.
“Please, don’t stop.” My voice is low and sounds
needy. I can feel the hardness in his pants against my now moist center. It’s
straining against those pants wanting to be released. He wants this too. He
wants me as much as I want him. The anger in his eyes has been replaced with
lust.
“Shannon, we have to stop now, or I’ll never be
able to stop. I don’t have that kind of willpower. I’ve wanted you for far too
fucking long.” He rubs his thumbs over my heated skin.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper. I want this more
than anything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t explain, and to be honest, I don’t give
a shit at this point. I want to be filled and I will beg him if I have to. I
need him inside me. There is an ache between my legs that needs the relief only
he can provide me.
He looks at me through dark, hooded eyes. “Oh,
baby,” he says as he lifts me onto his waist, pulling me into a deep kiss.
While holding me up with one hand under my butt and the other at the small of
my back, he walks us out of the kitchen. As he’s walking through the living
area, his hand moves up my back, finding my zipper, pulling it down to its end.
I’m unbuttoning his dress shirt at a rapid pace.
Damn buttons. As we reach the door to the bedroom, he doesn’t take his mouth
from mine and he doesn’t move his hands. He kicks the door open and takes us through.
I think I hear the sound of wood breaking, as the door swings open, hitting the
wall behind it.
When he nears the bed he stops and I unwrap my
legs as he slowly stands me up, breaking our kissing session. I’m looking up at
him again as I pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, sliding it off
his shoulders. It falls somewhere on the ground, but he doesn’t care. As I grab
for his belt, he reaches for my hand, stopping my progress. I glance up
confused.
“Baby, slow down; I plan on enjoying every moment
of this, every fucking inch of you. I’ve waited too long to rush to the finish
line now,” he says as he pushes my dress down slowly so it pools on the floor.
I step out of it.
“What do you mean you’ve waited too long? We’ve
only known each other a little over twenty-four hours. That’s the second time
you’ve said that tonight,” I say as I stand on my tiptoes kissing his neck. At
the same time, going back to undoing the buckle on his belt, tugging it out of
his pants.
I, on the other hand, am in a bit of a rush. This
is completely out of character for me. If I give myself too long to
He continues before I have a chance to ask him.
“That’s why I did what I did. That’s the reason I
moved you behind me today.” The rage comes back into his eyes the longer he
stares at the red marks. He really doesn’t like them, so I do the only thing I
can think of to make that look go away.
I kiss him.
Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him closer to me,
our lips meet for the first time. I must have startled him because he jumps,
but the tension he's holding starts to expel from his body as he starts kissing
me back. His lips are warm and soft against mine. I let my lips part, his
tongue dives into my mouth, intertwining with mine. He bites my lower lip
softly. I’m lost in the sensation. I finally understand what people mean when
they talk about earth-shattering kisses.
Wow…I mean, really, WOW! The man could win a
talent award for this. It’s like he’s drinking me in through his lips and
tongue. He pulls away far too quickly; both of us already breathless, but I
want more. I need more of him.
“You’ve had a long night and need some sleep,” he
says, his voice husky.
Screw that.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to
back up. Using my calves to pull him back to me causes my dress to ride up
further, revealing a peek of my black silk panties. He looks down, between us,
between my legs. He places his hands on each side of my thighs, touching my
bare skin. It feels incredible. It makes me want him even more.
“Please, don’t stop.” My voice is low and sounds
needy. I can feel the hardness in his pants against my now moist center. It’s
straining against those pants wanting to be released. He wants this too. He
wants me as much as I want him. The anger in his eyes has been replaced with
lust.
“Shannon, we have to stop now, or I’ll never be
able to stop. I don’t have that kind of willpower. I’ve wanted you for far too
fucking long.” He rubs his thumbs over my heated skin.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper. I want this more
than anything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t explain, and to be honest, I don’t give
a shit at this point. I want to be filled and I will beg him if I have to. I
need him inside me. There is an ache between my legs that needs the relief only
he can provide me.
He looks at me through dark, hooded eyes. “Oh,
baby,” he says as he lifts me onto his waist, pulling me into a deep kiss.
While holding me up with one hand under my butt and the other at the small of
my back, he walks us out of the kitchen. As he’s walking through the living
area, his hand moves up my back, finding my zipper, pulling it down to its end.
I’m unbuttoning his dress shirt at a rapid pace.
Damn buttons. As we reach the door to the bedroom, he doesn’t take his mouth
from mine and he doesn’t move his hands. He kicks the door open and takes us through.
I think I hear the sound of wood breaking, as the door swings open, hitting the
wall behind it.
When he nears the bed he stops and I unwrap my
legs as he slowly stands me up, breaking our kissing session. I’m looking up at
him again as I pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, sliding it off
his shoulders. It falls somewhere on the ground, but he doesn’t care. As I grab
for his belt, he reaches for my hand, stopping my progress. I glance up
confused.
“Baby, slow down; I plan on enjoying every moment
of this, every fucking inch of you. I’ve waited too long to rush to the finish
line now,” he says as he pushes my dress down slowly so it pools on the floor.
I step out of it.
“What do you mean you’ve waited too long? We’ve
only known each other a little over twenty-four hours. That’s the second time
you’ve said that tonight,” I say as I stand on my tiptoes kissing his neck. At
the same time, going back to undoing the buckle on his belt, tugging it out of
his pants.
I, on the other hand, am in a bit of a rush. This
is completely out of character for me. If I give myself too long to
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