Janet by E. L. Todd Page A

on top of me.
    My heart raced in my chest as I felt his powerful body lay on top of me. I kept my hands at my sides, unsure what I should do. I was too nervous, too excited. Scott placed his hand over my heart.
    “You’re nervous.”
    “You make me really nervous.”
    “Thank you for the compliment.” He slid his hand into my hair then fisted it. His lips brushed mine, making me gasp involuntarily. I loved kissing him. It was the single, most amazing hobby I recently came across. I’d never felt the attraction and connection like I did when our lips were touching. My legs started to shake. I was almost whimpering like a dog, wanting him to kiss me.
    Scott didn’t make the move. He continued to tease me, his lips almost touching mine every few seconds. My hands rose and felt the muscles of his arms. They were firm and strong. I squeezed them then grinded against him, waiting for him. When he didn’t come, I got tired of waiting. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him aggressively.
    He imm ediately responded to my advance, his hands running over my body. His hand moved up my legs, rubbing my thigh. He never went higher than that, and a part of me wanted him to.
    My hands moved into his hair, feeling the soft strands. When my fingers moved down his back, I grabbed his shirt then moved underneath it. I couldn’t see his b ody but I could imagine it by touched. It was covered in mounds and grooves, layers of muscle that conveyed his strength and build. Imagining him in just his briefs made me moan.
    My kiss became more intense the longer we lied on the couch. I felt my heart thaw while I caressed is lips with my own. Scott drove me crazy with his controlling behavior, but I loved everything about him. He always made me feel beautiful, like I wasn’t average. When I spoke, he listened to me, and he could understand my emotions with out my explicit explanation. He could look at my features and just know. And I’d never been pursued the way he pursued me. Scott didn’t take no for an answer. I felt special and desirable, which was foreign to me. I wanted to be something serious with him, something more, but I didn’t want to rush into anything. I wanted this to work, but I didn’t want to get hurt either.
    Scott broke down my walls the long er he kissed me. I felt myself change, become more aggressive and more attached to him. I wanted more of him, a lot more than he was offering. I’d never felt that way before, the need to consume someone entirely. My leg wrapped around his waist and I pulled him closer to me. There was a throbbing between my legs, a heat that was building. I desperately wanted a release, to feel the explosion.
    Scott broke our kiss then rubbed his nose against mine. “I would love to do more than kiss you.”
    “Me too.”
    He rubbed against me then moved his hand between my legs. His fingers stopped before my underwear. “Can I touch you?”
    “Yes,” I begged.
    Scott kissed me again while his fingers closed the gap. He played with my underwear, feeling the fabric with his fingers. His pushed against my clitoris, making me shake with pleasure. I hadn’t been touched by a man in a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time it happened. Scott’s embrace felt different than all the others. It couldn’t be explained.
    His fingers moved inside my panties. The first contact of his skin against mine made me moan into his mouth. “Scott…”
    He moaned at the sound of my words. His fingers touched my clitoris and rubbed in a circular motion, making my legs shake and moans of pleasure escape my lips. Two f ingers moved inside my entrance and pulsed gently. He knew what he was doing. He was better at it than I was.
    I gripped his hair, feeling the explosion start to form. “That feels so good…”
    Scott broke our kiss and stared at me. His hand didn’t stop and his eyes were glued to my face.
    I felt the shatter between my legs. My pussy burned as the force of the impact rocked into