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We began to wrestle—something we hadn’t done in many years. I gripped him back, tickling him and causing him to laugh and pin down my arms. At some point in the scuffle, Chris started kissing me again. I ultimately gave up struggling and submitted to him, running my fingers through his thick dark hair.
His mouth moved down my neck, licking and sucking my skin as my hands roamed over his broad shoulders and back. His hands slid up my thigh, pushing my dress up to my hips. He pulled back and locked eyes with me.
“If you won’t tell me how long you’ve had those thoughts, then tell me what they were about,” he said.
It would have been embarrassing to admit I’d been thinking about him sexually since middle school. But I could handle sharing some of my fantasy.
I ran my fingers through the stubble on his cheeks, wanting to feel the slight indent where his dimples were. I gazed into his dark eyes, feeling a sense of warmth spreading from my center and throughout my body, filling me with the urge to go further with him. To trust him in a way I hadn’t for four years.
“You tell me first,” I joked, testing the limits to see what he would say.
He chuckled. “I’m not sure you want to know what goes on in my head when it comes to you.”
I gave a mock pout. “Why not?”
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “It might shock your virginal ears.”
I laughed. “I haven’t had sex with another person, but that doesn’t mean I’m a complete innocent. Tell me.”
He growled, rolling his body against mine. His thigh pressed against me in just the right place. “I’ve thought about making love to you in every way I could think of. Burying myself inside you.”
“I’ve thought about that too,” I whispered. “You filling me all the way.” I rocked myself against his thigh, and the building pleasure made me moan.
He groaned. “That, the way you moan. I’ve thought about causing that so many fucking times.”
His hands grazed down my sides, sliding underneath to grab my ass cheeks. He shifted so that he lay completely between my legs, the hard mound of his cock pressed against me instead of his thigh. I needed more.
“Touch me,” I whispered. I reached down and grabbed his wrist to push his hand against me. My tights were damp, and I felt like I should be embarrassed, but it only made me hotter.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you?” he rasped. He closed the distance between us, kissing me with the same passion he’d shown a few minutes ago.
He pressed his palm between us, rubbing me through my panties and tights. Chris used just the right amount of force, and it had my clit twitching beneath his hand.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close while my hips swayed to meet his every move. My body grew tense, and a familiar zing went from my core out through my skin. My breaths turned to pants, and I moaned into the kiss.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “You’re gonna come for me?”
I nodded, gripping his forearms tightly as I thrust my hips against his hand. He pressed down and rubbed hard, causing rippling waves to crash over me.
“Oh, God. Chris,” I moaned.
He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he pulled pleasure from me in all directions. My body spasmed as I came. I hungrily sucked on his tongue, and he growled into my mouth.
His fingers continued to brush over my pussy as the aftershocks sparked through me. Our kiss grew shallow, and he slowly pulled back. He placed his hand over my chest to feel my racing heart.
His eyes had a softness that I hadn’t seen in a long time. A gentleness that made me feel at peace. He kissed me softly again, and I savored being this close to him.
It was what I always wanted.
After moments of gentle kissing, Chris finally pulled back and sat up. “I need to get going.”
All the positive emotions I’d felt over the last few minutes dissipated. “Why?” I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to make him come, to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
“It’s not for a bad reason. I think if I stay here, it’s not going to be possible for me to go slow.” He kissed me quickly. “And I want to take you on a proper date first.”
“What about you?” Feeling a boldness I’d rarely felt, I put my hand on the mound in his jeans. “Let me?”
He stared at me, leaned toward me, and I thought he’d given in. I kneaded his cock through the denim. But he gently gripped my wrist and moved my hand before he kissed me again.
