Page 10 of Rebound With Me
Vince
For the pasthalf hour there’s this totally unfamiliar voice inside my head that’s been saying: “Don’t do this—you actually like this girl—don’t do this.” Every so often I try to figure out what the fuck that voice is talking about, but now that I’m kissing her I realize that a) I do actually like this girl, b) she is hotter than I thought she would be, and c) I am definitely doing this.
Her sweet lips are so gentle and receptive at first, but once my tongue starts exploring that mouth, I feel her whole body relax for a few seconds before suddenly shifting gears. She leans into me, moaning softly, grabbing onto my T-shirt with one hand and my face with the other. There’s a hunger there, something in her that’s been buried deep for a long time, something I am going to help her release.
My suspicions have been confirmed—this is a woman who hasn’t been kissed properly in a very long time. Maybe ever. The fact that she’s responding to me in this way is a bigger turn-on than I was expecting. I’m going to have to slow things down, stay in control.
When she starts sucking on my tongue I get such a rush of blood to my dick I have to pull away from her. Her long pretty eyelashes flutter and then her eyes are wide, remembering where she is, realizing what she’s doing. She releases my face and shirt and covers her mouth, turning away from me.
I don’t want her to be embarrassed. “You’re so hot, Nina,” I whisper in her ear, hand on her thigh. “You’re driving me crazy.” She really is. The way she keeps opening and closing like some flower that isn’t used to feeling the sun shine on her.
She’s blushing and shaking her head. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Maybe you should be.”
She gives me a sideways glance that makes me regret saying that. Her body language is telling me she’s closing off. So much for taking it slow. It’s going to be either stop or go-hard-and-fast-before-she-changes-her-mind with this one.
“Hey.” I tilt her chin back towards me with my fingers. “Whatever you’re like, I like it.”
She smirks and rolls her eyes.
I lean in, kissing her on her cheek, her jaw, nibbling on her lower lip then licking it.
“Nina,” I whisper. “Nina.”
“Yeah?”
My mouth hovers near her ear, I push her hair away, because I want to make sure she hears this: “I want to make you come like you’ve never come before.”
Before she can think, before she can catch her breath, I cup my hand to the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She makes a little high-pitched sound that’s so cute. I’ve caught her off guard, but she’s mine again, for the night, I can feel it. Her body angles towards me, even though I think she’s sitting on her hands to stop herself from grabbing me. That restraint is showing me just how much she’s holding back and I want to see all of it.
I let my hand graze the hard nipples that have been pressing up against the thin bra under her white blouse, then trace my fingertip along her clavicle and down to the top button that’s just above her cleavage.
She bites my lower lip. Not hard, but not lightly either.
When I look down at her I see her smiling, her eyes lit up and looking right back at me as she keeps on kissing me.
Holy shit.
“You live around here?”
She nods.
“You wanna get out of here?”
She nods.
I make some subtle adjustments to my jeans before getting up and helping her out of the booth. She is flushed and gorgeous and we can’t get to her place fast enough. I salute Denny as we head out. He’s seen me leave this place with a fair number of ladies in times past, but even he must be able to tell that this one’s special.
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I’m not even going to think about what it means that I held hands with this girl for five blocks. I am not a hand-holder. But I didn’t want to let go of her. I kept pulling her into every empty recessed storefront to kiss her, like we’re teenagers in some European movie that I’d never watch. I just couldn’t wait.
I don’t touch her while we walk up three flights of stairs. She looks back at me before putting her key into the lock. I don’t know what kind of expression I have on my face, but it makes her pause a second before turning the doorknob. As soon as we’re inside her apartment and she’s closed the door, I push her up against the nearest wall, she drops her purse and keys to the ground and sighs. I push her arms up above her head and hold her wrists. I watch her squirm as she stares at my mouth, biting her lower lip. She’s tensed-up and breathing heavy and fast, filled with anticipation, nervous and impatient and fucking beautiful.
I start kissing her neck. Her head tilts back, exposing herself to me. Her skin is so smooth and pretty and there’s just something so clean and good about her, it’s making me crazy. My hands slowly move down her arms, down the side of her to her hips and around to her ass. One hand squeezing her ass while the other makes its way up to cup her perky round breast. She makes a little surprised animal sound that’s so cute and sexy coming from her big swollen lips. Her arms are resting on top of her head, and she’s trembling. Whatever confidence she had at the bar is gone for now. I’m a stranger in her apartment and I’m guessing this is the first time she’s let a stranger do this to her. She needs me to control the situation so she doesn’t have to second-guess anything, and I am going to do just that.
“Take off your blouse.”
