Innocent Lies by JW Phillips

not
sure if I would be able to breathe again that night
     
    “You have the most
sensual mouth. I dream about it.” With those words, he forcibly
covered my lips with his. I could’ve tasted him forever and never
grown tired.
     
    “Beautiful Dylan,” he moaned,
sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He dropped his weight down
onto one arm and slowly brought his other hand to the back of my
knee, bending it. I let my legs fall open, wanting him closer. His
hand slid farther down the inside of my thigh as he pressed a small
line of kisses down my neck and across my chest; then tugged at my
nipples with his teeth through my tee-shirt. Desire and for the
first time ever lust coursed through my body. His hand found the
hem on my shirt and his fingers barely grazed over my skin. My eyes
rolled to the back of my head when he yanked up on it. “Take it
off, all of it. I want to look at you.”
     
    I had bared my soul to him, could
I bare my body too? Without a sound, I sat up, removed my top, and
unfastened the hook on my bra, letting it fall free. His eyes
hungrily devoured me as his hands kneaded my breast. I
trembled.
     
    “I shouldn’t want you like this.
But you’re all I want.” He twisted my nipple between his teeth.
First my right then my left. An explosion occurred between my legs.
I needed to feel him. Laying half naked beneath his fully clothed
body sent an ache to my deepest core. I shifted underneath him,
pushing myself against the hardness busting out of his jeans, and
grounded my sex into his erection. I never imagined I could connect
with someone on such an intimate level, and throbbed to feel him
touch me there. He trailed his nose along my cleavage. “You’re
perfect. I’ll never get enough of you.”
     
    “Touch me.” I pleaded.
     
    “Where, my love?” He smiled down at
me with heated eyes. “Here?” He stroked my upper arm. “Or maybe
here.” He kissed the top of my shoulder. He was playing a game I
was sure to lose.
     
    “Here,” I said
pushing myself against the roughness of his jeans.
     
    “Like this?” He circled his finger
around my navel. I shook my head. “Tell me, Privy. Tell me what you
want.”
     
    “Touch me down here.” I grabbed his
hand and stroked it over my crotch. “Please, E.”
     
    His eyes never shifted from mine
as he hooked a finger in the bands of my pants, pushing them to my
knees. I used my feet to remove them completely. The need I felt
was at a new all-time high. I never dreamed of wanting a man to
touch me like that. At that moment, I couldn’t dream of anything
but him and me together.
     
    “E.” I slipped my
hands into the back of his pants and squeezed a pair of rock-hard
ass muscles. I itched for him to stroke me.
     
    “Shit, Dylan,
you’re too much. I want you more than I want my next breath.” His
finger slid over my wetness and circled around my clitoris. I
started to speak when he propelled his finger inside me. My body
bucked as it started to buildup to an uncontrollable release. He
sunk two fingers in as I quivered around the thickness. “Damn,
you’re so fucking tight.”
     
    “I’m . . . I’ve never been with
anyone . . . since they . . .” I started to say. He stalled and
then slowly pulled his fingers out. “E, please I need this. I need
you.”
     
    He rolled over onto the bed. “You
have me, but I can’t give you what you need. I would lose control
if I did.” He licked the fingers he had buried in me. The naughtier
he was the more my body ached for him. “I don’t know how not to
hurt you.” He tugged the comforter up, covering my bare body. “I
will make love to you, but when I do, it won’t be like this.” He
placed the softest kiss on my lips. “Plus, I don’t have any condoms
and I’ve never had sex without one.” His voice sounded
harsh.
     
    “ Are you mad?” Or totally disgusted by me? My broken soul shattered into even tinier
pieces. He wanted me I felt his erection large and hard against my
leg.