D.E.O

Chapter 3

I couldnt believe this, believe that he was touching me again. Especially when we swore up and down that our previous time was the end. The end of whatever this was.

But of course I should have known that the moment we came in contact with one another that it would be this way. That we wouldn't be able to control this unimaginable desire that attacks both of us at our weakest states. We can't do anything to stop it, if we do it will destroy us beyond compare.

His hands squeezed my hips again causing me to arch against him. My chest pushing against his as I moaned into his mouth. My fingers glided across his arms that were holding me up. In a sudden motion, his tongue licked across my lower lip causing me to slightly unseal my lips. Then there in that moment, our tongues was battling.

Every breath we both took in seemed like it might be our last. It was always this explosive way. The electricity between us seemed to just sync. I sure in the hell could wrap my head around the pleasure only he could give me. But I knew we couldnt go down this road again.

My lips lost connect with his as he was determined to kiss down my neck. Those masculine hand start to go astray from my hips to the front of the waistline of my jeans. The heated touch of his fingertips had me just about over the edge. One part of me wanted this to continue, the other part told me that I needed to stop this. I needed to tell him the truth.

"Jeremy..." I gasped for air. "Please I need time."

Not listening to me, he opened his wet hot mouth opened against my bare skin. As he started sucking and slightly biting on my neck, shoulder and collarbone, I lost all reason and hope of stopping this. We both needed our fill of each other. Then we will be able to actually talk.

My brain stopped working on how to stop us and began to process how I could strip off all of his clothes and cause him to moan and groan in pleasure instead of him doing it to me. He always worried about making sure I found climax, even if that means he was left behind. I never understood why he was that way. Maybe its cause he wants to make sure I had fun or maybe because I can't always get him off.

Moving myself quickly I was able to push away from myself. I stood in front of him as I unsnap his pants. Those exotic eyes shot up to mine, he was surprised. Maybe at the fact that I've never taken control or the fact that I've never been the one who is open about sex. Yet here I am, now unzipping his jeans and trying my best to tug them off of him. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and kissed his. Our tongues tangled together and our bodies became inflamed.

Finally I was able to strip his jeans off his body but I paused before I couls get them completely off his hips. I broke our kiss and kneeled down as I slid them off. His boxers just about came down with his jeans but managed to stay in place. He stepped out of them and continued to just watch me. Still kneeled down I barely touched him through his boxers. He hissed and took in a deep breath. When I looked up his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly opened.

"Watch what you are doing." He said as his breathing became more uneven, "You are playing with fire."

I stared at his mouth as he spoke. His voice was so musky and raw. He knew what power I had over him even if this was the first time.

"And if I like playing with fire?" Even my voice had a need in it. A need for his physical touch and even more so his love. Although I'll never get his love.

"If you want to try playing with this fire then by all means play."
Of course I'm gonna show him how to play. And this time it's going to be my show.