Page 42 of Running from Drac
He nods, smiling deviously as he grips me by the hips, holding me steady as he gazes at me with intent. “So, I have been wondering something,” he murmurs as his fingers delve into my hair, eagerly combing through the tangled strands.
“Yes?”
“Do you have any fantasies?”
Blinking, I stare at him strangely, trying to process what he means.
That smooth grin slides across his face with ease, bright white teeth almost blinding me.
“Ones that you may have never shared with me?”
“What kind of fantasies are we talking about here?”
He smirks, his cheeks slightly rouging a cute, warm, apple red. “Well, like any sexual fantasies you may have been keeping from me. I’ll tell you mine… I’ve always wanted to have sex standing up.”
I shoot him a confused look. “You have?” The way he’s talking has me writhing on top of him. normally, he’s more subdued than this.
He winks at me. “Yup. What about you?”
“Why are you asking?”
His shoulders slightly rise. “When we broke up, you said that I didn’t tend to your needs. If that’s the case, then I want to know what those needs are. I’m doing my best, Amber,and actually trying this time. So, tell me… what’s your darkest fantasy?”
Biting down on my lip, it was hard to focus on just one. There were so many fantasies floating around in my head that it was hard to choose. My sexual experiences have always been secluded to quick rounds of sex that involved him getting off, and then quickly getting off of me. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I actually was able to experience something different. As my mind races, a small rain cloud forms overhead, and soon after, my car’s assaulted by clean smelling water falling from the heavens. “Well, I’ve always wanted to have sex in the rain.”
He laughs. “Are you saying that because it’s currently raining?”
A warm smile lights up my face. “Maybe. I also want to have sex in a pool. Like a public one where anyone can watch us.” Instantly, I’m hiding my face in my embarrassed hands. “I guess I’m just an aquatic exhibitionist.
He gently pulls my hands away, guiding hair away from my eyes that’s lazily draping in front of them.
“Those are some nicewetfantasies you have going on.” His smile devilishly spreads, another seductive wink following closely behind. He’s just as alluring as me, maybe even more. “But aren’t you afraid of catching a cold or something?” His fingers start tracing the hills of my sides, igniting a fire deep within my belly that’s impossible to quench. He gently eases the zipper of my jacket down, taking it off so the cold night air kisses my skin like tiny little ice picks. The way he’s undressing me with his eyes, ogling every inch of my body until they’re focused only on my breasts as his tongue wets his lips in anticipation, has me panting with need.
“That’s what makes it fun. The fear of being caught or the possibility of catching a cold and hypothermia. It’s exhilarating if you think about it.”
His jacket comes off next, exposing the thin T-shirt behind the bulky fabric. Every muscle is well defined, and my hands trace them all, squeezing his pecs as I tease him naughtily with my thighs.
He nods, his thumb tracing over the raised nub beneath my shirt. The cold air is already working its magic on my nipples; each breast is needy and ready for exploration.
“What else?” he asks, licking his lips. He shifts ever so slightly beneath me, pants tenting out, his erection growing by the second. Right now, I feel like I’m in total control. That in this moment, he’s mine to lead in whatever direction I want.
My cheeks flush as I think back to my initial fantasy when we first started dating, and I cover my face, attempting to hide it.
He gently pulls my hands away. “Tell me,” he whispers, his mouth caressing the sensitive part of my neck, blowing hot breath against the flesh that’s raised with erotic goose bumps.
“I guess one of my biggest fantasies is having you forcefully grab me, throw me on the hood of your truck or a car, and possess me like you never have before, giving me my first ever orgasm.” Immediately, I know that small revelation is something that shouldn’t have left my lips because he lets go of my hand, a look of dejection in his eyes.
“Sorry I’m such an asshole.” His gaze shifts to the window, sulking in his reflection. I didn’t mean to make him feel bad. The truth just came out willy-nilly.
Desperate to rekindle the flirtation we just had, I grab his hand and do something I have always wanted to do, but haven’t. I take his middle finger, stick it in my mouth,and slowly suck on it, making sure that every movement is seductive, so he’ll picture me sucking somewhere else.
His eyes widen with shock, then slit as he passively falls victim to my advances. “That feels way better than it should,” he exclaims, eyeing me curiously as I stick another one of his fingers into my mouth. The faint taste of beer and peanuts resonates within the crevices of his fingerprints, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m ready for him to seek out my inner fantasies.
“I don’t think that you’re an asshole.” Focusing on his alluring tan eyes, I work my way through each finger on his hand, until he’s moaning and adjusting his pants. “I think you’re amazing.”
“Do you want to do that somewhere else?” His gaze drops down to his erection hidden by a pesky zipper, the desperation in his eyes only fuels me to continue the slow torture I have planned for him.
I’ve never given him head before, but with all that has been happening between us, there’s a small part of me that really wants to.God, we’ve been together five years, and never really done foreplay. How lame in the bedroom can two people be?
