Page 47 of My Fake Fiancé

Juliana

Kurt's hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to him. My legs fit on either side of him and I settle in, fitting against him perfectly. I moan against his mouth and he grunts in response, opening his mouth to taste my moans. I’m a little embarrassed thinking about if my breath is okay or not but when one of his hands moves around to my front and slips under my dress, I lose all thought. All I can think about is his hand touching my bare thighs. He pushes the skirt up, exposing more of my thighs and he rubs his hand over my leg, keeping one hand firm on my ass.

His hand slides up my thigh and around to grip my hip. I start to memorize the way he touches me, the way he squeezes my hip and moves his hand to my abdomen, spreading his fingers across my belly. Every place his fingers touch leaves a little spark on my skin. His touch elicits a feeling deep inside that I haven’t felt before.

The feeling makes me adventurous and I slide my hands down Kurt’s chest until I reach the bottom of his skirt. Kurt leans back, opening a space between us so I can also get my hands under his shirt. Our mouths stay locked together as we explore one another.

When my fingers find their way under his shirt, Kurt lets out a sharp hiss, pulling back from the kiss.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I ask, breathing hard.

“Yes, yes, sorry. Your hands are cold. It’s okay, baby. Please don’t,” Kurt says when I remove my hands. He is breathing heavily too, and his eyelids are low. “I want you to touch me.” Kurt's words spark my heart even more and I practically pounce on him.

My mouth captures his again and we fall into another deep kiss. I put my hands back on his stomach, and he stiffens but after a few seconds, he relaxes under my touch, my hands warming from his heat. I raise my hands up his chest, lightly dragging my nails back down. The action makes him groan against my mouth and I kiss him hungrily.

Kurt’s hands are both on my ass now, gripping once again before they move up my back. He shifts his hands, sliding them around my side until his thumb rubs against the wire in my bra. My breath catches in my throat which makes his fingers stop moving. To encourage him, I shift in his lap, pressing myself down onto him. His jeans press against my panties and I’m sure he can feel the heat between my legs. His hands continue on their path until his palms spread out just below my breasts. When I don’t stop him, his hands cup upwards, grabbing me in his large hands.

I gasp a little, crying out softly. We break apart once again but he doesn’t release me. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Kurt’s voice is husky and the sound makes my heart beat faster. I look at him with flushed cheeks and he smiles back at me, his thumbs rubbing over the material of my bra. I wore a lacy bra with no padding today so I can feel every touch. I nod and bite my lip, trying to stifle another moan.

Kurt’s hands grip and grope me, kneading me through my bra. His hands are warm and strong against me but he’s being so gentle as well. We part to breathe and he moves his mouth to my neck, planting little kisses across my shoulder, nipping and sucking at my skin. I remove one of my hands from his shirt and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close to me. I push my hips forward, shifting on his lap which makes him groan against my neck.

“You need to stop moving,” Kurt says in a deep, gruff voice.

“Why?” I whisper. I sit back a little, angling my hips forward again, and giggle when he groans once again. His eyes close as he leans back on the couch. “Is this bothering you?” I tease, moving my hips forward and backward, pressing down on his lap.

“Juli…” Kurt’s voice is strained and when he opens his eyes to look at me, I stop moving from the intensity in them. Before I can do anything else, Kurt wraps his arms behind me and flips me onto my back on the couch. I look up at him, breathless and shocked by the seductive action. He chuckles at my reaction, making me blush. He holds himself above me, half sitting on the couch, my legs draped over his thighs. My thighs are spread wide to fit him between my legs, the skirt of my dress pooling around my midsection and I am very aware that my panties are peeking out but Kurt doesn't take his eyes off my face.

Kurt runs his fingers lightly down my face, my neck, between my breasts, and then down to my lower stomach. His hand rests on my stomach and I can feel its heat through the material of my dress. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, letting his eyes wander down my body and the little smile on his face grows. I can feel my cheeks heating up but I feel excited that he likes what he sees, even if I am not yet naked.

I reach between us and Kurt looks up, surprised. I tug at his pants a little, needing my second hand as well to undo the button. Kurt watches for a few seconds before he grabs my wrist gently. My hands still and he removes them, placing them by my sides.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, fighting back the emotions of being rejected.

“Shh, don’t be upset,” Kurt reassures me, his hands returning to my hips. His hands start moving and I realize he is lifting my dress higher, exposing more of my panties. “I wasn’t rejecting you, I’m not rejecting you. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable and happy. I can wait. This makes me happy.” Kurt’s words are soothing and make my stomach tingle.

“I’ve never…” I start and Kurt looks up at me, waiting for me to continue. “I mean, Callum never…” I still can’t finish the sentence but instead gesture down to my bottom half which makes Kurt chuckle. I furrow my brow and stick out my bottom lip pouting, but that just makes him laugh even more.

“I promise, I am not laughing at your lack of experience. I am laughing at your gesturing, which is very cute, so don’t be embarrassed,” Kurt says, squeezing my hips in reassurance. “I would like to though, if you’re okay with that and want me to,” he tells me, making my heart beat faster with anticipation and appreciation for him checking in with me.

I nod which makes him smile but instead of going down, he leans up toward my face and kisses me softly.

“Juli,” Kurt says to get my attention when he pulls away from the kiss. He has my full attention already. “I need you to talk to me, tell me what you want.”

“I want…” I trail off when his mouth finds a sensitive spot on my neck. I gasp a little and feel shivers all over my body as his mouth moves down my chest until he hits the fabric of my dress then he pauses and looks up at me. He pushes up the skirt of my dress until it is bunched just below my breasts, and he drags his thumbs over my rib cage.

“What do you want, Juliana?” Kurt asks me again, his hands moving lower until he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties.

“I want your mouth,” I admit, my voice shaky as he plants a kiss on my thigh. He smiles at me and kisses down my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I want him to be. “Please,” I say softly, almost ashamed of how much I want him.

“It’s sexy when you beg for me,” Kurt says, a smirk on his face. I bite my lip, narrowing my eyes at him. “No, don’t stop now,” Kurt teases.

His fingers grip the waistband of my panties and he pulls on them gently. “Lift your hips, please,” Kurt instructs and I lift them willingly. He pulls my panties off quickly and smoothly. I drop my hips quickly and he lifts my legs to get rid of my panties entirely.

Kurt doesn't take his eyes off of me, his eyelids lowered with lust. I can see his pants throbbing. I pull my skirt down over myself, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Kurt narrows his eyes and looks up at me before lifting my skirt again.

“Don’t cover up for me. I think you are beautiful, so incredibly stunning,” Kurt marvels.

I want to beg him to devour me but I don’t know how far either of us is willing to go. And I’m not sure if I am ready for everything. I like him, I want him and I want to be with him but I’m not sure if I can give everything to this if the relationship is doomed from the start. I never thought this would happen after calling him my fiancé to scare off Callum. I hadn’t realized all of these emotions and feelings would develop between us.

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