became so strong I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.
I shifted myself under him, feeling his weight fully on me, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness against me and I moved my hands to his strong shoulders, squeezing them as if every strength in him needed to take me. Just running my hand over his broad, muscular shoulders increased my longing and made me want him in a way that was stronger than any desire I’ve ever felt.
He moved his hand slowly down to my breast and cupped it so softly and so tenderly. He felt my hard nipple through my shirt. “God. You are so fucking perfect,” he moaned into my mouth.
He gently pinched my nipple between his fingers, then rubbed it lightly. Our kiss deepened even more as his hand moved under my shirt back up to my breast. Feeling his hand on my bare breast sent another wave of desire through me, increasing the throbbing between my legs. Again he rolled my nipple between his fingers, slightly stronger this time. Our breathing increased and I wanted so much more. I wanted his throbbing cock inside of me as I felt his hardness right up against me. The feeling was so erotic; I moaned and started grinding myself into him…
“Whoa guys!!! Fuck yeah!!! That is HOT!!” We heard Clark walk into the living room after the front door slammed. “Don’t let me stop you two! That is so fucking hot!” Clark headed up the stairs. “Power to the pussy Z!!! Give it to her good!” He yelled out laughing.
He chuckled and I giggled as I looked into his eyes. They were so bloodshot; I knew he was still just as drunk as before. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed and it was still dark out. His hand was still under my shirt. I sat up quickly, making him release his hold on my breast and tried to straighten my shirt. His hand still lingered on my hip bone as he gave me a sly, sexy grin. I wanted him so badly that I was aching with need… but not as his rebound.
I stood up quickly and stammered, “Uh…how are you feeling?” I was really trying to just get my wits back as I straightened out my shirt.
He continued to give me that same sexy, sly grin, “I’m doing really good, baby, come on and sit back down here.” He slurred as he patted the chaise. I wanted to lay back down with him. I wanted to be back in his arms, back with our tongues entwined together. But the problem was…I knew he was just drunk. Me, I was sober and couldn’t help but crave and wish for something more. Something… permanent? Could Z be that love that I’ve been searching for? Could he be everything that my last lesson said I’d never find or have?
I was still trying to calm myself down from our sensual encounter. I couldn’t figure out what to do, so I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. By the time I came back to the chaise, he was passed out. I put the water on the coffee table and sat on the couch just watching him. I started trying to think things through in my head. Our kiss was so passionate, but he’s drunk, so how passionate was it really on his end? He was just trying to get over Sheila and I was sure he was only kissing me because I was there. Convenient.
I glanced at him again and smiled. He really was such an adorable drunk. He was also pretty funny, thinking back to earlier in the night and all the silly things he had said. I hated mean drunks. Who doesn’t? Z was definitely a fun drunk. Then I started thinking again about our incredible kiss. It was so intense and erotic.
I gazed softly at Z. I wondered if he kisses that sensual every time or was this just because he was drunk. And how was he going to act around me tomorrow? Was he even going to remember? The thought made me a little sad, but maybe it would be for the best if he didn’t remember until we both get our act together. He was definitely not over Sheila; or should I say “fucking whore?” And, of course, I was still trying to have some sort of “normal” lifestyle. I wondered…if I did
I shifted myself under him, feeling his weight fully on me, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness against me and I moved my hands to his strong shoulders, squeezing them as if every strength in him needed to take me. Just running my hand over his broad, muscular shoulders increased my longing and made me want him in a way that was stronger than any desire I’ve ever felt.
He moved his hand slowly down to my breast and cupped it so softly and so tenderly. He felt my hard nipple through my shirt. “God. You are so fucking perfect,” he moaned into my mouth.
He gently pinched my nipple between his fingers, then rubbed it lightly. Our kiss deepened even more as his hand moved under my shirt back up to my breast. Feeling his hand on my bare breast sent another wave of desire through me, increasing the throbbing between my legs. Again he rolled my nipple between his fingers, slightly stronger this time. Our breathing increased and I wanted so much more. I wanted his throbbing cock inside of me as I felt his hardness right up against me. The feeling was so erotic; I moaned and started grinding myself into him…
“Whoa guys!!! Fuck yeah!!! That is HOT!!” We heard Clark walk into the living room after the front door slammed. “Don’t let me stop you two! That is so fucking hot!” Clark headed up the stairs. “Power to the pussy Z!!! Give it to her good!” He yelled out laughing.
He chuckled and I giggled as I looked into his eyes. They were so bloodshot; I knew he was still just as drunk as before. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed and it was still dark out. His hand was still under my shirt. I sat up quickly, making him release his hold on my breast and tried to straighten my shirt. His hand still lingered on my hip bone as he gave me a sly, sexy grin. I wanted him so badly that I was aching with need… but not as his rebound.
I stood up quickly and stammered, “Uh…how are you feeling?” I was really trying to just get my wits back as I straightened out my shirt.
He continued to give me that same sexy, sly grin, “I’m doing really good, baby, come on and sit back down here.” He slurred as he patted the chaise. I wanted to lay back down with him. I wanted to be back in his arms, back with our tongues entwined together. But the problem was…I knew he was just drunk. Me, I was sober and couldn’t help but crave and wish for something more. Something… permanent? Could Z be that love that I’ve been searching for? Could he be everything that my last lesson said I’d never find or have?
I was still trying to calm myself down from our sensual encounter. I couldn’t figure out what to do, so I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. By the time I came back to the chaise, he was passed out. I put the water on the coffee table and sat on the couch just watching him. I started trying to think things through in my head. Our kiss was so passionate, but he’s drunk, so how passionate was it really on his end? He was just trying to get over Sheila and I was sure he was only kissing me because I was there. Convenient.
I glanced at him again and smiled. He really was such an adorable drunk. He was also pretty funny, thinking back to earlier in the night and all the silly things he had said. I hated mean drunks. Who doesn’t? Z was definitely a fun drunk. Then I started thinking again about our incredible kiss. It was so intense and erotic.
I gazed softly at Z. I wondered if he kisses that sensual every time or was this just because he was drunk. And how was he going to act around me tomorrow? Was he even going to remember? The thought made me a little sad, but maybe it would be for the best if he didn’t remember until we both get our act together. He was definitely not over Sheila; or should I say “fucking whore?” And, of course, I was still trying to have some sort of “normal” lifestyle. I wondered…if I did
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