Page 12 of Night Fever
“You didn’t run away from me because you didn’t want me,” he says, pushing my back against the wall, “you ran away because youdo.”
Without knowing what the hell I’m doing, I throw my arms around him and crush my lips to his, standing up on my tip-toes in my sneakers so I can reach his gorgeous, forbidden mouth. He pushes his tongue into my mouth aggressively, holding me against the wall with his whole body as if he is desperate to get insideme.
I’ve never been kissed like this before - at least, not since last night. But right now is putting last night toshame.
Panting, my breasts moving up and down quickly, I watch as he reaches down and grabs the bottom of my tank top, pulling it over my head and throwing it aside. His lips are parted and his eyes and narrowed, his expression raw and primal as he leans down to kiss me, putting both of his hands on the mirrored wall on either side of myshoulders.
As if he is protecting me. Keeping me. Making me his wholeworld.
I slip my hands around his waist and pull him in closer, and one of his hands comes down to guide my leg around his hip. He easily scoops me up with both hands now, propping me up against the wall and positioning me so my hot, needy pussy, on fire with want and need for him again, is completely vulnerable between my spread legs until he guides them to wrap up aroundhim.
Oh, and do I ever - I squeeze my legs tight around his body, my ankles looping behind him as he grinds himself against me, just the thin fabric of our dance clothes separating skin from skin, hard fromsoft.
“Why the fuck did you run away from me, baby?” he moans, pushing my legs down and making me hop off of him. He yanks my pants down and I kick them off in the small space between us so I am just wearing my sports bra and panties. He gathers my full breasts in his hands and runs his thumbs against my nipples through the tight fabric, making my mouth open and a primal moan of frustrated want come out loud andfast.
“Oh my god,” I yelp, the pressure inside my clit too much to bear. I hook one leg up on his hip again and he grinds against me, pushing my panties to the side and slipping his fingers against myclit.
“Fuck,” he groans, his mouth coming to mine again. “You are so fucking wet for me, baby. You thought of me all fucking night long.” His mouth moves down my throat, putting wet, luscious kisses along the column of my neck. His fingers move against either side of my clit, dragging the sweet wetness around my soaked button over and over, still kissing my neck, until the heat inside my clit is too much tobear.
“Oh my god,” I breathe as his mouth finds mine again, his tongue playing with mine softly as the wet pads of his fingertips move fast against my clit. “I…”
“I’m gonna make you cum, baby. I can feel that pussy getting really fucking soft for me. Melting. Nice andwet.”
He pushes a finger inside me and rotates it inside my tight, innocent, inexperienced channel, making every single inch of my insides scream with need, every ridge and every soft spot inside me clenching up as he slowly fucks and screws me with one hard, expertfinger.
“I wanna live in here, baby,” he says, adding another finger. “This perfect softness, only for me. Me, baby, do youunderstand?”
And what sends me over the edge is when he curls both of those thick, hard digits up inside me, finding the flesh of my g-spot. Pressure builds and then erupts quickly as I moan recklessly into his mouth, and he stifles it with his incessant, unrelentingkisses.
“Fuck,” I cry out, unable to control myself. “Fuck,fuck.”
“Dirtygirl.”
He scoops me up again as I’m still cumming, pushing his pants down so his cock springs free. I clench up, expecting and wanting his long, smooth cock to enter my dripping pussy, but he just pushes it up against me, rocking its head against me, making me ride the exquisite, hot edge of myorgasm.
“Please,” I say, “please. Do what you did to me lastnight.”
“No baby,” he says, “first I want to have that dripping little thing all over me, coating me, but I’m not gonna fuck you justyet.”
I wrap my arms around his back, knowing I’m not going to win this fight. His thickness parts my lips and I feel my clit throbbing and fluttering against the hard, supple flesh of his cock, slipping up and down my opening but never enteringme.
“You’re making me fucking crazy,” I moan and whimper, tucking my forehead into hisshoulder.
“Good,” he growls in an insanely sexy whisper, “I wanna make you so crazy that you dream about me every single night. I wanna make you so sick with want that ten orgasms a night aren’t enough for you. I wanna make youmine, baby.Mine.”
“Then put your cock inside me right now,” I beg, pleading with him to fill me up. “Please.”
“No,” he growls, taking my face in his hands, squeezing my chin softly and crushing his lips to mine again, “I wanna make you cum at least once more. You think you can do that for me,baby?”
“Yes,” I cry out, “yes.”
“Yes what?” hegrowls.
“Yes, I’m gonna cumagain.”
My big man pushes himself against me and holds me up against the mirror, beads of sweat all over my back and making me slip up and down, but he is so damn strong and for some reason, some crazy reason that I can’t understand, I feel safe in his care. I feel like I can completely let go and make myself vulnerable andfeelsomething.
And I haven’t felt this way in a good while. In longer than I can remember. Maybe I’ve never really felt thisway.
