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Posted on June 24, 2010 at 08:27:30 AM by a e r o n
 Maybe I was drunk. Maybe just a little. I ran a hand through my tangled hair, swaying my body in the sexiest manner I knew how; somewhere in the back of my head I knew this was sloppy, that I shouldn’t be doing this and that he needed to calm himself down too. But that was in the back of my head, in the front, it was screaming desire. Begging for pleasure. I smiled at him in a full-toothed pearly-white smile. I wonder what will happen? If I had to be naïve I’d say we’d only kiss, but somehow I could tell this may go further—that this was supposed to go further. I stopped playing with my hair to bend down and trace my fingertip along his jaw line. I placed my hand on his shoulder as I felt the muscle, and I purred. Delicious. When he rubbed his face against my neck I couldn’t help but to suppress a groan, he only made me want to touch him, to run my fingers over his delectable body. ”Come on. . . “ I whispered as he put his hand around my waist, my fingers clasping around his, interlocking them as I lean forward to steal a kiss from his lips. Oh, it tasted so good. Almost better than my rum. Almost. I frowned after pulling back, finding the bottle I placed on the ground and pushing it to my lips again. I felt numb, but on top of the numb I felt a pulling, a tingling, and an ever-so-burning desire to take his clothes of. So I tried, I started to claw at the material, but it felt too foreign, too hard to take off. I’d let him do that. I knew how to take my clothes of however, and I started removing my top, Giggling when he told me to scream his name. I leaned in towards his face, answering in the sexiest way I could dream up, ”Why don’t you make me, hot stuff?” Hot stuff? How lame is that, I giggled again and finished pulling my shirt off. I ran a hand down my torso, my chest still contained in a brassiere. I stared back into his eyes as he gazed into mine, and I let another smile play on my lips. I put both my hands on his shoulders, and straddle his hips, still staring into his eyes. ”Can you do it? Can you make me scream your name?” Haughtily my words form, and I lean in and trail my lips along his jaw, nibbling softly until I reach his lips, all the while letting out soft groans of excitement. It seemed wrong, but felt so right. |