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At this point, he has me positively dripping.
I give myself a once-over in the mirror. My eyes give away the rush of excitement and anticipation that his words had brought on, and my face holds the flush of desire from the innocent trails his fingers had traced on me. I inhale deeply and smile at my rosy cheeks. He seems to be making all the moves, but I'm not without a playbook of my own. When I go back out there, I'm not going to hesitate.
I quickly wash my hands to get any remaining popcorn residue off, and then open the bathroom door and flip the light off. I hear him rise from the couch and a moment later he's walking toward me down the hallway.
*quot;Me too,*quot; he gestures to the bathroom.
Just before he passes me, I step sideways, blocking his path. We both freeze for a moment, then he moves to his left to get around me. My left hand pushes firmly on his right shoulder while my other hand grabs his opposite arm. Hmm, what firm muscles you have, sir. I shove him, forcing him back against the wall. Not letting him go, I move into him, sliding my right leg between his and pressing my body against him. I let my left hand feel it's way up his arm, over his toned muscles, eventually coming to rest on his chin.
I cradle his face gently in my hand, pausing briefly to absorb this moment. His body is firm and hot, a fever on par with my own. I note that nearly every bit of me is molded to him: my thigh and hips rest against his crotch where I can feel his arousal; my stomach güvenilir bahis and chest press against the hard muscles of his torso. He's somewhat taller, and when I gaze up at him through my eyelashes a surge of warmth pulses through me.
There is something incredibly sexy about the smirk playing at his mouth. Not for the first time tonight, I wonder what he's thinking.
Mmm, his mouth. As if hearing that thought, he licks his lips - a brief action which tightens things low inside me. He exhales and his hot breath mingles with mine. I ease forward onto my toes as the heat rushes up my neck. Every nerve in my body is electrified with anticipation.
He is completely still as I part my lips and close my eyes. I can feel my own breath rebound off his mouth just before I kiss him. So close, I pause for a beat. Two.
His left hand finds my hip and the other rises to my upper back. With a firm, steady pressure, he forces me to finish that last inch.
My mouth brushes his and I angle to find the perfect alignment. This burning, electric fire when his mouth molds against mine is just this side of painful. Oh, yum. He returns the kiss, parting his lips and moving his hand to my shoulder as if to pull me even closer. I breathe him in and find myself dizzy with desire. I flick my tongue against his lips and he welcomes me in, meeting me with a sensual greeting that leaves my head spinning.
*quot;Mmm,*quot; I moan softly.
Our kiss continues and I allow my hands to roam where they please. türkçe bahis Yes, that firm curve of muscle never seems to end. I know he works out regularly, but I find myself simply fascinated by the lines that shape his body.
As his mouth moves against mine, I delicately follow the arcs and curves of his shoulder. I flatten my hand as it moves down to his chest - why is there a shirt here? Fingers find their way under it and around his right side until they're flattening against his skin between his back and the wall. I pull him to me, pressing my hips into him and carefully moving against his hardening cock. My fingers curl when I think of his dick and I involuntarily scratch my nails across his back.
He makes a small noise and suddenly grabs my upper arms. My eyes flash open and I find myself staring into his; a primal, fierce gaze bores into me. He pushes me back, one, two quick steps and we're on the other side of the hallway. Suddenly it's me with my back to the wall as the full weight of his body molds itself to mine, pinning me in place.
He grabs my wrists roughly and traps them above my head with one hand. I whimper with pleasure and submit to his rebuke for the scratches I'd made. His mouth against mine is no longer gentle, but heavy and hungry.
I struggle against his grip but this vice-like hold doesn't let up. His free hand pulls my attention away from my helplessness as it finds it's way under my shirt, tickling the skin of my stomach. The feel of his fingers güvenilir bahis siteleri against my bare waist ignite an already burning desire and I make another noise for him. God I'm so wet.
Despite the firm grip of the hand restraining my wrists, his roaming fingers are gentle. I was not expecting this - this delightful combination of dominance and care. He traces the curve of my waist up to my ribs and then wraps his arm behind my back, hugging me to him, kneading my skin.
Abruptly, he releases my hands and lines of fire burn through me as he moves both hands down to my ass, lifting me up, pinning me to the wall and holding me there. His movement momentarily breaks the kiss and I catch his eye.
The look on his face shows no sign of his earlier amusement. His expression is now more hunger than anything: a look of pure sex that makes me swoon. My arms and legs wrap around him and I kiss him, willing myself to devour this sexy creature in front of me. I'm so turned on that I've become lightheaded - but my attention finds focus when through our clothes I feel his hard shaft pressing against my clit.
The heavy sound that escapes me now expresses the building need inside of me. His tongue dances with mine - hot breath and moist fire mingle together as we continue this blazing hot make-out session.
After a time, he pulls back. We're both breathing heavily and assessing one another. Is he going to slow things down? I'm here for 2 more days, maybe he wants to postpone this, drag it out. He continues to watch me and I find myself holding a breath as I wait for whatever happens next. Then his eyes sparkle and, still carrying me, he moves us away from the wall and walks toward the bedroom.
Here we go.