steady. She walked right up to me. I stood up and leaned on the back of my car. I crossed my arms over my chest. Her face became visible as a car from the other direction illuminated her tear stained face.
My heart dropped, and I held my breath. She was devastated, and I did that to her. Her wet face scrunched in a painful flex, and her lips quivered. She turned away, and I started to reach out for her. As my right hand grazed her left arm, her right hand connected with the side of my face.
Whack.
The force radiated through my whole body, followed by a stinging pain. A scream rang out, but not from me. The sound emitted from a deep dark place I didn't want to visit. The pain emitted from her in waves and each one tore into my heart. The pain from her slap seemed insignificant compared to the pain in her eyes as she desperately tried to understand why I would treat her this way.
I reached out and grabbed her, wrapped my arms around her waist. She resisted, pushing and punching my arms and shoulders. I wanted her to fight me—to hit me and scream and show me what I did to her.
After a while, she collapsed in my arms, exhausted from fighting, but her sobs continued for several more minutes. My neck and chest dampened from her tears, and her whole body convulsed when she released an uncontrollable series of coughs. It shook us both, but I held on tight.
The vibration of our bodies glued together made me hard, and I found it difficult to concentrate. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I wanted her to understand. It tore me up to know I caused her even an ounce of pain.
I held her tight with one arm and stroked her back with the other. With each stroke, her body softened. As her last bit of energy drained, I turned us around and her back was up against my car. I placed my hands on her hips; she whimpered as I lifted her up and sat her on the trunk.
Her damp hair stuck to her face, and I pushed it away. I wiped her eyes and lifted her chin.
"How could you leave me like that?" she asked. The desperation in her voice fucked with my mind. I hated myself.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as my lips swept across her cheek. She tensed. I expressed my gratitude by kissing her other cheek. She whimpered, and my heart cracked.
I kissed her forehead, dropped my hands to her waist, and her head fell forward without my support.
"Why?" she asked. Her voice sounded defeated but defiant. She wanted an answer. She deserved an answer.
"Since I met you, I've had the time of my life." I kissed her jawline as I placed my hands on her thighs. “I’ve never met anyone like you before." As my lips moved to her ear, she leaned into me. I pushed her legs apart. I wanted to hold her, get closer to her. She relaxed more with every kiss. "I want to be with you so bad." When I reached her earlobe, I bit it, and she moaned. "But eventually you're going to leave me."
Carrington's head snapped back. She grabbed the side of my face and stared into my eyes. I tried to avoid her gaze, but she wouldn't loosen her grip. I waited for her to yell. Instead, she placed her lips on mine, and I tensed. I watched her face as she kissed me, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it.
Her hands moved over my shoulders and her arms wrapped around my neck. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close. I became painfully aware of my hard on pressing into her and wanted to pull back, but she wouldn't let go.
I stopped fighting it.
I pressed into her further, and she moaned and pushed back. My hands found their way under her shirt, and I unhooked her bra in the back and moved to massage her tits. They fit in my hands so nice, and she groaned as my palms pressed against her nipples.
She kissed me deeper, sucking on my tongue as it entered her mouth. I squeezed her nipple between my fingers as my other hand moved between her legs.
I touched her, and she sat up straight. I blinked not sure what happened. I stopped, but my hand
My heart dropped, and I held my breath. She was devastated, and I did that to her. Her wet face scrunched in a painful flex, and her lips quivered. She turned away, and I started to reach out for her. As my right hand grazed her left arm, her right hand connected with the side of my face.
Whack.
The force radiated through my whole body, followed by a stinging pain. A scream rang out, but not from me. The sound emitted from a deep dark place I didn't want to visit. The pain emitted from her in waves and each one tore into my heart. The pain from her slap seemed insignificant compared to the pain in her eyes as she desperately tried to understand why I would treat her this way.
I reached out and grabbed her, wrapped my arms around her waist. She resisted, pushing and punching my arms and shoulders. I wanted her to fight me—to hit me and scream and show me what I did to her.
After a while, she collapsed in my arms, exhausted from fighting, but her sobs continued for several more minutes. My neck and chest dampened from her tears, and her whole body convulsed when she released an uncontrollable series of coughs. It shook us both, but I held on tight.
The vibration of our bodies glued together made me hard, and I found it difficult to concentrate. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I wanted her to understand. It tore me up to know I caused her even an ounce of pain.
I held her tight with one arm and stroked her back with the other. With each stroke, her body softened. As her last bit of energy drained, I turned us around and her back was up against my car. I placed my hands on her hips; she whimpered as I lifted her up and sat her on the trunk.
Her damp hair stuck to her face, and I pushed it away. I wiped her eyes and lifted her chin.
"How could you leave me like that?" she asked. The desperation in her voice fucked with my mind. I hated myself.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as my lips swept across her cheek. She tensed. I expressed my gratitude by kissing her other cheek. She whimpered, and my heart cracked.
I kissed her forehead, dropped my hands to her waist, and her head fell forward without my support.
"Why?" she asked. Her voice sounded defeated but defiant. She wanted an answer. She deserved an answer.
"Since I met you, I've had the time of my life." I kissed her jawline as I placed my hands on her thighs. “I’ve never met anyone like you before." As my lips moved to her ear, she leaned into me. I pushed her legs apart. I wanted to hold her, get closer to her. She relaxed more with every kiss. "I want to be with you so bad." When I reached her earlobe, I bit it, and she moaned. "But eventually you're going to leave me."
Carrington's head snapped back. She grabbed the side of my face and stared into my eyes. I tried to avoid her gaze, but she wouldn't loosen her grip. I waited for her to yell. Instead, she placed her lips on mine, and I tensed. I watched her face as she kissed me, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it.
Her hands moved over my shoulders and her arms wrapped around my neck. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close. I became painfully aware of my hard on pressing into her and wanted to pull back, but she wouldn't let go.
I stopped fighting it.
I pressed into her further, and she moaned and pushed back. My hands found their way under her shirt, and I unhooked her bra in the back and moved to massage her tits. They fit in my hands so nice, and she groaned as my palms pressed against her nipples.
She kissed me deeper, sucking on my tongue as it entered her mouth. I squeezed her nipple between my fingers as my other hand moved between her legs.
I touched her, and she sat up straight. I blinked not sure what happened. I stopped, but my hand
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