a second date. I guess it kind of is. An all-day date
yesterday and now hanging out. I really don't know how much longer I can hold
out on the “no sex” thing. Just thinking about it makes me want to orgasm. Drew
is obviously thinking along the same lines as he adjusts himself.
“Well, that didn't last
long. I guess, to remain in control, there can be no touching.” I giggle and
start to remove my feet from his leg. He grabs them and puts them back.
“Looks like we are
going to have to learn to control it. We can't walk around
connected....like that…in public. No better time than the present to learn to
cope,” he retorts.
I, on the other hand,
cannot control my amusement. “That would sure be a sight to see, wouldn't it?”
We start laughing uncontrollably, our bodies inching closer together. We become
very aware of this and abruptly stop laughing, almost simultaneously. The hum
of my body is much stronger when we’re in such close proximity.
A question pops into my
head. “Do you think this feeling will subside once we have sex?” He stares at
me like I read his mind. I smile internally, not wanting to break the
seriousness now lingering in the air.
“Is that your first
question, Rebecca?”
Feeling a bit confused,
I say, “Huh?” So mature, Bec .
He grins. “Twenty
questions. Is that your first question?”
“Oh. Uh. No. That was
just an observation question. You still have quite a few left to ask, I
believe.” Drew grabs one of my feet and starts to rub it. My eyes roll back
into my head. “Ohhh. That feels good. A girl could get use to that.”
“One of my many
talents. I intend to spoil you with them.” I look at him and he's grinning
wickedly.
“Do you have any more
questions for me?” I ask with an ulterior motive.
“I'm sure I have
plenty, but they seem to have slipped my mind at the moment.”
“Perfect.” Even though
he tries to keep hold of my foot, I withdraw it from his hands. As I pull my
leg back to my side of the sofa, I get up on my knees and crawl over to his
side, never losing eye contact.
When I get closer, he
aligns himself to be underneath me. I think he senses what I'm up to. Getting
into my desired position, I settle myself on his lap, straddling his legs. He
rests his hands on my thighs. “I don't know if I can handle this sexual tension
much longer,” I say, a tiny bit breathless.
“Me, either, but I can
go if you want me to. I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're
not ready for,” he whispers. My core tightens and I can feel the moisture
building in my panties. I lean down to his face and place a kiss on his jaw
near his earlobe. A low, quiet moan rumbles in his chest. It turns me on that
much more. I place my hands on the armrest behind him, on either side of his
head.
Leaning to the opposite
side, I place another kiss in the same spot. Another moan, this time a little
louder. I grin at the effect I'm having on him. He moves his hands to my hips
and, slowly and deliberately, he pulls me closer. This move makes my center
glide over his growing length. I gasp slightly. With his thin shorts and my
thin sweats, it's a very erotic sensation.
I move my lips to his
and crush them together. Our tongues find each other and are tangling as if
they can't get enough. I pull back slightly to whisper, “I think I'm ready.”
Time for a bold move,
Bec .
Grabbing his hand from
my hip, I slowly move it to my belly. Pushing his hand down under the waistband
of my sweats and under my panties, I guide it to my sweet and very wet spot. He
growls. Then, in one quick motion, I'm on my back and panting. I gaze into his
oceanic blue eyes and notice they have an intense, burning fire behind them. I
grab him behind his neck and pull him down to me. A fierceness has taken over…a
primal, lustful kiss. It devours me, and I sink into the feeling.
Drew's hand remains in
my panties and now he begins to move his fingers. It's my turn to moan as he
works over my
yesterday and now hanging out. I really don't know how much longer I can hold
out on the “no sex” thing. Just thinking about it makes me want to orgasm. Drew
is obviously thinking along the same lines as he adjusts himself.
“Well, that didn't last
long. I guess, to remain in control, there can be no touching.” I giggle and
start to remove my feet from his leg. He grabs them and puts them back.
“Looks like we are
going to have to learn to control it. We can't walk around
connected....like that…in public. No better time than the present to learn to
cope,” he retorts.
I, on the other hand,
cannot control my amusement. “That would sure be a sight to see, wouldn't it?”
We start laughing uncontrollably, our bodies inching closer together. We become
very aware of this and abruptly stop laughing, almost simultaneously. The hum
of my body is much stronger when we’re in such close proximity.
A question pops into my
head. “Do you think this feeling will subside once we have sex?” He stares at
me like I read his mind. I smile internally, not wanting to break the
seriousness now lingering in the air.
“Is that your first
question, Rebecca?”
Feeling a bit confused,
I say, “Huh?” So mature, Bec .
He grins. “Twenty
questions. Is that your first question?”
“Oh. Uh. No. That was
just an observation question. You still have quite a few left to ask, I
believe.” Drew grabs one of my feet and starts to rub it. My eyes roll back
into my head. “Ohhh. That feels good. A girl could get use to that.”
“One of my many
talents. I intend to spoil you with them.” I look at him and he's grinning
wickedly.
“Do you have any more
questions for me?” I ask with an ulterior motive.
“I'm sure I have
plenty, but they seem to have slipped my mind at the moment.”
“Perfect.” Even though
he tries to keep hold of my foot, I withdraw it from his hands. As I pull my
leg back to my side of the sofa, I get up on my knees and crawl over to his
side, never losing eye contact.
When I get closer, he
aligns himself to be underneath me. I think he senses what I'm up to. Getting
into my desired position, I settle myself on his lap, straddling his legs. He
rests his hands on my thighs. “I don't know if I can handle this sexual tension
much longer,” I say, a tiny bit breathless.
“Me, either, but I can
go if you want me to. I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're
not ready for,” he whispers. My core tightens and I can feel the moisture
building in my panties. I lean down to his face and place a kiss on his jaw
near his earlobe. A low, quiet moan rumbles in his chest. It turns me on that
much more. I place my hands on the armrest behind him, on either side of his
head.
Leaning to the opposite
side, I place another kiss in the same spot. Another moan, this time a little
louder. I grin at the effect I'm having on him. He moves his hands to my hips
and, slowly and deliberately, he pulls me closer. This move makes my center
glide over his growing length. I gasp slightly. With his thin shorts and my
thin sweats, it's a very erotic sensation.
I move my lips to his
and crush them together. Our tongues find each other and are tangling as if
they can't get enough. I pull back slightly to whisper, “I think I'm ready.”
Time for a bold move,
Bec .
Grabbing his hand from
my hip, I slowly move it to my belly. Pushing his hand down under the waistband
of my sweats and under my panties, I guide it to my sweet and very wet spot. He
growls. Then, in one quick motion, I'm on my back and panting. I gaze into his
oceanic blue eyes and notice they have an intense, burning fire behind them. I
grab him behind his neck and pull him down to me. A fierceness has taken over…a
primal, lustful kiss. It devours me, and I sink into the feeling.
Drew's hand remains in
my panties and now he begins to move his fingers. It's my turn to moan as he
works over my
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