Unable to stop myself, I rocked against him, the sensation driving me high but not nearly high enough.
I squeezed my legs around him tighter, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and then kissed him, coaxing his lips with mine until he returned the kiss.
When he did, I was again taken in the storm that was his touch.
Then we were moving, his lips against mine, his hand against my back as he moved up and cupped my breasts.
I opened my eyes and pulled back, locked my gaze with his, saw the desire and determination in it, and I thought I might come from the intensity of just looking at him, being held by him.
“I want you inside me,” I said.
My voice was thick, rough, and his chest shuddered again.
He narrowed his eyes, and I saw the moment when the decision was made.
He laid me down flat on the soft bed, and then before I could even react, he was working at my jeans, had them down and around my knees in an instant.
The cool air against my pussy was an incredible, odd sensation, one that only made an already intense moment that much more intense.
When he kneeled next to me, eyes locked on mine, I squeeze my thighs together, seeking some relief from that intensity.
He brushed his hand down the outside of my thigh, and then circled my knees, pulled them as far apart as the jeans would allow, and then began to make his way back up the inside of my thigh.
With each second that passed, each inch closer to my tight, needy, core, my heart began to pound, the desire threatening to send me apart.
When he finally touched me, I trembled, the first brush of his thumb against my protruding clit stoking the climax that whirled through me.
He had me climaxing in a way I never had before, the intense feeling of it making me feel as though I was being ripped apart. My emotions had been running high for hours and all of those feelings were reflected in the total decimation of the climax that raced through me.
I reached for him, held his strong shoulders as I cried out my pleasure. Squirmed beneath him and only after the sensation had started to retreat did I finally manage to look at him. His eyes were calm, intent, satisfied.
When I finally calmed, I sat up and pulled my panties up but took the jeans off.
He had barely touched me, and I had come apart like I never had before.
I was too embarrassed to look at him, but he reached for my chin, turned my head until I again met his eyes like he had before, when he had first gotten into my car, but different.
Because I hadn’t known him then, had been afraid of him.
I didn’t know him now, but I wasn’t afraid.
I wanted him. I didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, didn’t know what it said about me, but even though I had just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I still wanted him.
He wanted me too. I knew enough to know that, but he made no move to act on the passion that was still thick in the room. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against my lips but then broke all contact between us.
“You should rest,” he said.
Seventeen
Priest
For a while, it seemed that Milan wouldn’t sleep. She lay there, eyes open, alert, but silent. I didn’t break that silence, and held her until she eventually fell asleep.
When she did, I pulled her close to me, finally giving in to the desire that had been present since the first moment I had seen her.
It was a poor choice, but today had been a string of them, and my judgment was off.
A fact that was confirmed when I thought about how I had not taken what she had offered. I had wanted her, shouldn’t have given taking her a second thought, but I had. Because I fucking cared.
I felt her awaken, and then quickly released her. She turned, looked at me, and though the room was shadowed I could clearly see her eyes.
She reached for my jaw, touched me questioningly, exploring.
I let her.
I shouldn’t have, but the restraint that had allowed me not to take her earlier was fading.
Because the hold she had over me had only intensified.
I had kept on my shirt and hadn’t rebuttoned it, and as she stroked her hands down my chest, then let her fingers linger at my waistband, I gave up the fight.
She kept her eyes on me as she opened my pants and I lifted my hips and let her pull them down.
I was still hard, had been since I’d pulled her into my arms. As she touched me, my eyes lowered, the feel of her small, soft palms against my shaft, her gentle touches giving way to stronger ones, sent my arousal higher.
She circled her finger around the crown of my cock, gathering the precum that had leaked from the tip and then coating my shaft with it. She repeated the action over and over until my shaft was slick. My lids dropped lower when she wrapped her fingers around me, moved up and down with increasing speed, her path smoothed by my fluids.