Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she let her fingers trail over the scruff on my chin. “I didn’t realise… Wicked.” She finally spoke. “I didn’t have a clue.”
My laughter was almost manic. Running my hand through my hair. “Of course you didn’t Chelsea, because one of us had to think. One of us had to do what was right. I know I’m not good for you. I know…..” I fell silent as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes. Her lips hovering over mine.
“And what about now? What about now Wicked?.”
My hands closed around her hips. Pulling her so she was firmly pressed against my body. For a second I closed my eyes. “Now I don’t care if I am not good enough for you. I don’t fucking care … I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.”
Our eyes met. “You Touch me then Wicked. I want you to touch me.”
We came together hard. Like a force of nature. Lips and hands everywhere. My hands lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. And it took everything I had not to dry hump her right then and there in the middle of the room.
Somehow I managed it though, walking us towards the bed. I didn’t throw her down as I had on valentines night. I laid her down, gently.
And she just lay there staring up at me with her eyes hooded as I kicked off my boots.
“If this isn’t what….”
She didn’t let me finish. Tugging on the neck of my hoody she pulled me down on top of her. Her lips hungry.
I didn’t need telling twice. I kissed her. Kissed her and put everything I was feeling into it. All the craziness of the last few months. Every single thing I was feeling and she melted under me.
Chelsea’s hands were everywhere, smoothing under my clothes, across my stomach and chest. Tugging and pulling at my jumper until I pulled away enough to pull it up and over my head. She didn’t stop and I didn’t ask her to. I was enjoying the feel of her small hands on me.
I liked the desperate way she clawed at me because I was just as desperate. I had been waiting for this day for so long.
Stripping her naked was a joy but nothing could compare me for the shock of seeing her totally naked again. I wanted to memorise every single inch of her.
Bending my head I lapped at one of her pink nipples. It puckered instantly. Sucking it into my mouth I did what I had been dreaming about doing again since I had touched her in the game room. I cupped her mound, using the heel of my hand to press against her most sensitive flesh as my fingers parted her.
She was already wet, her juices making it easy to slip a finger into her.
She was so warm. Warm and so fucking wet I almost come in my jeans.
“I’m not going to last long.” Moving upwards I captured her lips again with mine. I wanted to take my time with her but at the same time, I couldn’t wait any longer. If I didn’t get balls deep in this girl soon I was going to explode.
“I don’t care. I need you.” Chelsea’s voice was all breathy with need. I knew she was afraid that I would pull away again. That I would stop but honestly I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. I was too far gone.
Her words were music to my ears though. Lifting myself from her body I stepped out of my jeans letting them fall to the floor next to her discarded underwear. Chelsea’s eyes widened as She took me all in. They settled on my cock as it curled against my stomach and the tip of her tongue snaked out between her painted lips.
That look was everything.
I couldn’t wait a second longer, falling on top of her I captured those glossy lips with mine. Keeping my weight on one arm as I lined myself up with her.
Thrusting upwards, my eyes rolled as I sheathed myself into her fully. She was so wet, and so damn tight. “Fuck.” I started to move, kissing her lips like I was a starving man. Because that’s what I was. I was starving for her. “Fuck Chelsea, you feel like heaven.”
She didn’t say a word, she just continued to cling to my shoulders. Her lips meeting mine with every kiss. Needy little sounds escaping them.
God,
I pivoted my hips. Pushing into her body as far as I could do.
God, even her little cries were heaven.
Everything about her was perfect. The way I fit inside of her. The way she cried my name out. Even the feel of her nails digging into my back.
Reaching between our bodies I flicked my fingers over her clit. I wouldn’t be able to last long and I wanted her to cum. So I could feel her clamping around me. And when we were done and we had showered I was going to make her cum again but this time on my tongue.
Hell, I planned on making her cum over and over again until she forgot any other man existed.