Page 18 of Their Stolen Kisses
He trailed off, but my relief spurred me to finish his sentence. “It’s not right. Not the right place or time.”
“Exactly,” he breathed into my ear, sending me twitching against him. “But… I want to feel you.”
He didn’t stop kissing me, but I quickly realized he didn’t mean he just wanted to feel my lips. His hands slipped down to my hips and then down some more, resting gently - almost questioningly, as though he wanted permission to go further - on my ass.
I gave him that permission. I leaned into him, feeling a hardness I was pretty sure wasn’t a belt buckle against my thigh. I’d never liked my thighs. They were too big, even for my curvy butt, but… they looked perfect with Cameron’s hands holding them.
Those hands didn’t stop there. Sliding from my ass to the outsides of my thighs, then to my hips, back to my thighs again, but this time the soft, sensitive inner thighs that he could just touch despite the tightness of my skirt..... He explored everything I hadn’t allowed anyone to touch for so long.
Except one place… but a shiver of nervousness and excitement zipped up my spine as I realized that place wouldn’t stay untouched for long. Suddenly, my once-tight skirt felt far too loose as Cameron, almost without seeming to notice, worked a hand between it and my waist.
His fingers ghosted across the sanctuary of privacy between my legs. Instinctively, my knees came together, trapping the foreign touch. Cameron stopped moving his fingers immediately, kissing his way down my neck and back up again to my breathless lips. Hesitantly, shyly, I pried my knees apart, giving him just a little room.
Fingers wrapped in the bush that I only trimmed, and immediately I wanted to shrink into the carpeted floor of the office. What if Cameron only liked women who shaved?
The softest touch against my still-hidden sweet spot accompanied even softer, sweet words. “You feel beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect.” That touch followed my wetness down, down, down….
He put a finger inside me. Just one single finger. My hips jerked and I wanted to push them forward, take that finger a little further inside of me. Instead, I tried to relax a bit. One finger couldn’t feel this good, make me feel this wild for more…
The finger pulled away, taking my wetness with it and bringing it up to moisten my clit. It began moving in slow, gentle circles beneath my panties and skirt.
I forgot how to kiss. All I could do was melt into Cameron’s chest, both of us still standing in each other’s arms against the wall of the office, letting him take some of my weight as I rode the pleasure high from that single finger.
Then, the finger was gone. Cool air seeped through the warmth from my panties and leggings, calming the fire in my loins that Cameron had set.
“I should… I should go,” Cameron said, his actions defying his words as he pulled me close.
“Yeah.” My own breathlessness startled me, and I was glad for the thick stability of Cameron’s chest as I clung to him to get my bearings. “I still - I still have work.”
He held my shoulders as I readjusted my skewed panties and pressed the wrinkles out of my skirt with my palms. “Then… next time, Diana.” His touch lingered at my hips, then his hands pulled away to unlock the office door.
Then he was gone, and so was any self-control I’d had over a rising, deep blush.
Wow. That was… wow. I didn’t know what to think and by the sound of footsteps outside my office, I didn’t have time to think about it right now. But...
What was I going to do about my makeup?
