EIGHTEEN: REGRETTABLE

DANICA

With his arms around my waist, he stared up at me, waiting for another form of confirmation.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, moving my hips even closer to his so I could feel his hardness.

His hand pulled me in by my chin for a kiss.

He started slow and careful, but lost control the second I let out a small moan.

The kiss turned rough and intense. He made known to me the desire he’d been holding back and I was more than thrilled by his need.

I started to grind into his hardness as he kissed my neck, down to my chest.

I gasped as his fingers caressed my thigh, going up and down and climbing higher each time, making the feeling in my stomach grow with anticipation.

My hands tangled in his hair as his thumb rubbed the fabric of my underwear.

I threw my head back, rocking my hips, desperately wanting more.

He smirked, removing his hand completely from where I needed it the most.

I groaned.