Steadfast, you said; and strong-willed you were. With your strong hands holding me at arms length and your lips mouthing the one word of rejection to me, your eyes told me otherwise. Cheesy as it sounds, the more you told me how much we shouldn't, the more I wanted to; the more I wanted you. Despite the couple of kisses I managed to steal from you in your bedroom, you remained unfazed and it made me kick you so hard in my head.
When it was time to go (yeah right), our conversation in the car dragged on and I tried my luck again. When our lips finally met and I felt you cave in to your own desires, I knew I wouldn't be home anytime soon then. You groaned about hating me as your hands trailed up to the apex of my thighs and I secretly thanked heavens my period was over. My heart was pounding and lust was filling every cell in my body. Thick, warm blood pulsed throughout my veins and made me breathe deeper and harder to match up to you. With random cars driving past every few minutes, you suggested a much more deserted place - the 4th floor - and up we went. We had peace and privacy as there were barely anyone and the moment the engine was killed, adrenaline took over immediately. That explains where I bucked up the courage to actually touch you and eventually, take you with my mouth. Your groans gave me a hint of what I was doing to you and that was such a turn on. I wanted to make you happy and I wanted you to feel good. But halfway through it seemed to me that you wanted to do the same to me as well - with you questioning 'what about me' and giving that seductive look that I have yet to learn to resist. Suggesting that we go to the back of the car due to space constraints, we used the doors upon my insistence instead of clambering and climbing. In a moment we were both naked waist down and you took me by surprise when your tongue invaded me in my most intimate area - sucking and licking and I know all I could do at that point in time was to inhale and exhale to keep my mind sane. I wanted you so bad and I wanted you inside me. I told you and thankfully you were willing to satisfy my desires. We became one as I felt you thrust in without mercy. It was so painful but so sensual at the same time; you filled me up when I felt like I almost couldn't take anymore of you. My mind was exploding and I couldn't think straight. You came but you didn't stop. Hormones raging, you went in again when I probed and that later became a mistake. That wasn't the end either, because the next thing I felt with my conscience mind were your fingers digging in and doing whatever it was. You caressed me from inside and I swear that you made me so weak I'm glad I wasn't standing. All I could afford were just moans that escaped from me and words just wouldn't form in proper sentences. I gripped you and my hands roamed up your back, feeling your ripped muscles beneath that thin shirt you wore. Your fingers were deft and so deep inside, I just know that my mind was blank. Not that I'm exaggerating but i really did feel this way because you pleasured me to this point. Things came to an abrupt stop when you found out how much I was bleeding as you saw your fingers coated with that amount of blood. It wasn't new to me, but it seemed like it was to you. We sat, cradled and talked instead and before I knew it, it was close to midnight. Time flew by so quickly, but nonetheless I am thankful to have had such an exciting night, so full of passionate love-making.
