Helen is sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, only in underwear, a bandeau bra and black panties.
She's probably waiting for me to throw myself at her, but I won't. It is clear that I want her, that I want her body and her mind all for me and that I wouldn't back down now, at most I could regret it later. But she? I know she is capable of saying no to me right now, so she must be the one who wants it. I couldn't stand being rejected again.
We both feel guilty, but it's science. We cannot suddenly turn off the craving we feel for each other.
She squares my whole slender and toned body. Her eyes linger a few more seconds between my thighs, where my desire for her is no longer just a feeling, but skin and body. Then she looks me in the eyes. The blue of hers looks darker due to the soft light in the room.
I'm dying to find out what's in her clever and crafty little head, I'd like to know everything she's thinking about while she looks at me with those blue eyes.
She is thinking about it, as expected. She takes a breath closing her eyes, opens them again as she releases the air. She made a decision, I understand it.
She suddenly takes me by the wrists, she stands up and makes me turn my back to the bed. She gets up on her toes to kiss me, but she doesn't get there so I bend my neck slightly to press my lips on hers. They are hot and humid, I haven't kissed them in a while.
"Lie down," she orders, pushing me from the pecs with her hands.
Instinctively it makes me smile. The imperative verb she used makes me understand that today she knows what she wants, and that she desperately needs it. This thing drives me crazy I have to admit. I lie down on the unmade bed, as she said, with my back resting on the headboard.
She climbs onto the bed on her knees and approaches me. She sits astride me, takes my face in her hands. "Hi," she says softly, jokingly, with a slight smile, then she gives me a slow kiss.
I glance at her body from top to bottom, then back up again. "I like this perspective," I tell her, my hands wrapping her waist perfectly.
A corner of her lips lifts in a half smile, and she bends a little to kiss me.
This time I'm not holding back. I need more contact. With my tongue I start looking for hers. I find it immediately and they start moving together in coordinated movements. Helen meanwhile has her hands in my hair, she makes me shiver when she uses her nails a little, and she moves her hips slowly over me. Our lips peel off, we need air.
As she moves like this on me... fuck, she's so sexy.
I guide her movements by holding her from her waist. Her most sensitive spot rubs against me and I can feel her wet panties; she moans when I kiss her neck and collarbones.
I pull my hands up onto her back and undo her bra. I move her shoulder straps and finally take it off.
Now there is only one thing left to remove to be able to see every inch of her skin.
While I kiss her whole chest and with my tongue trace a path up between her breasts, with both index fingers I begin to lower her panties. In the end she goes on alone and she takes them off, she throws them to the ground.
"Harry," she tells me, looking at where we are skin to skin.
I know what she wants, so I reach for the nightstand and pull a condom out of the drawer. I use my teeth and one hand to open it, the other on one of her buttocks.
As soon as I put it on Helen is impatient and... I'm already inside her.
"Fuck..." I say in a sigh of relief. Put this way I can feel her more deeply. I didn't think she could command so well even in bed.
Her moans almost make me give up, I could come even now but I have to hold out a little longer. The feeling of her around me is so beautiful that I wish she would last as long as possible.
I hold her from under her buttocks to better guide her in her movements. She is good, but help doesn't hurt. Somehow I perceive that this is not enough for her, with my thumb I caress the most sensitive point of all women.
"Oh my god, Harry," she moans, and I love it when she says my name that way.
Slowly I feel that familiar jolt travel up my spine to my groin. I know I am close to it. She is too. She moves a little faster and she squeezes my hips with her thighs, her legs start to shake and she stuck her nails into my shoulders. She closes her eyes.
"Helen, open your eyes... I want you to keep them open while you come," I tell her, panting. She opens them. "Look at me," I repeat.
She struggles to keep them open but she succeeds; her eyebrows are joined in an expression full of pleasure, she bites her lip so as not to make too much noise.
"We are alone, no need," I refer to her intent to be more silent.
She stops biting her lip and after a few more movements she comes moaning. At the sight of this image, I too can't help but let go and come a few milliseconds after her.
I take off the condom and wrap it in a tissue, throw it in the basket next to the bedside table.
We lie down under the sheets, we are a bit sweaty but neither of us cares. Helen has one leg in mine and is curled up against me; with her fingers she draws lines on my collarbones. I have my arm under her head and with my hand I stroke her blonde hair that smells of coconut. I can still feel the warmth of our bodies.
This is also one of those wonderful sensations, I would stay like this whole days if I could, but I know I can't with her. I'm not the relationship type, but maybe I could get used to this.
There is only one problem... how we can't turn off the desire we feel for each other, I cannot turn off even what I am starting to feel for her. I don't know what it is but I know that something is there, and it's crazy how this must happen for the first time with the one I shouldn't even speak to, with the one I should have continued to hate. It's strange how I can be attracted to someone like her, who knows her worth and doesn't let any guy crush it, who knows how to command and stand up to you, who doesn't want to be one of many.
She's different, complicated, the girl everyone can't have — and neither do I. This is what makes me believe that she is not just a step towards winning something, but she is the prize, and once I have her I'll never stop being proud of it.
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Unexpected
Teen Fiction*English version* Helen Scott's life has never been complicated. Her parents are nice people, they both have well-paying jobs and love their daughter unconditionally. Helen has good grades, many passions and a powerful character. She is a beautiful...
