The Sassy Virgin (English) [on hold]

18. "Chaos"

WARNING: Rated SPG! This chapter is definitely not for readers below 18 years old.

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I woke up to feather-light kisses touching my exposed skin. It felt ticklish and made me smile.

"Rise and shine, babe,"

That sexy, husky voice along with his hand slowly gliding from my ankle up to my inner thigh had me opening my eyes. His face was just inches away from me that I could faintly feel his breath softly fanning my face. There was a naughty glint there in his eyes which stirred my insides. I heard him chuckle and waited for his lips to touch mine as he leaned down. The kiss was soft and sweet.

"I . . ." he whispered, planted a soft kiss on my forehead and continued, "love . . ." a kiss on the tip of my nose and lastly, "you . . ." this time the kiss landed on my lips.

I thought it was another light one but was pleasantly surprised to find him deepening the kiss further. And it didn't take too much to lose myself in his kiss. He was a master in this game. My mouth welcomed his probing tongue as it sought entrance. His tongue teased mine to respond and was successful. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer so I could deepen the kiss even more.

He played with my lips, bit the bottom, sucked on it, and drowned me with the sensation. But it wasn't enough. Now, he caught my tongue, engaged it in a game with his own, and finally sucked on it as well.

It wasn't enough to just have my arms around his neck. I had to touch him all over. Oh! His body was taught and firm. I wanted us to touch, skin to skin, and become one. My hands carressed, moving down from his neck to his back. His responding groan, when I grabbed him by the buttocks, equally aroused me.

"Ugh, babe," he said releasing my lips, "We have to stop. Y-you're not well yet,"

"No," I whispered, "I can't have you backing out on me this time."

"W-we can't. I don't want to hurt you,"

"You won't hurt me, Bryce. Please?" I begged.

He still looked hesitant and I could see that he was about to move away. But I couldn't let him this time.

I draped my leg over his pulling him even closer to me. In a sneaky move, I pushed my hand inside his boxers and closed my fingers around his hard-on.

"B-babe . . . n-no . . . stop that," he groaned.

Before he could move away from me, I pushed him flat on the bed and straddled my legs around him. Now that I was on top, I could feel this sense to overpower him. I ground my femininity against his manhood. He must've felt the tingling sensation course through my body for he groaned along with me at the friction I created by grinding myself against him.

"Erin, p-please . . ."

"Why are you fighting this, Bryce?" I moaned moving slowly back and forth over him with eyes closed, "I know you w-want it too. Ugh . . . Please, babe?"

Oh, please, Bryce! Please! Don't say no! Don't leave me hanging again!

The sensation I was creating was becoming unbearable that if he would insist on stopping this, I might really cry out of frustration! But when I heard him say,

"Oh, fuck this!"

He sat up, grabbed my face with both his hands, and crushed his lips to mine devouring me like a hungry man. My legs were now wrapped around his waist as I responded to his kiss. Then he hastily discarded me of my nightgown and threw it aside. I let out a sigh of pleasure as he caressed my breasts, teasing my nipples by brushing his thumbs over them back and forth.