Upon Meeting You

6

TW: SMUT!!! EVERYTHING DONE IN THIS CHAPTER WAS WANTED BY BOTH PARTIES AND CONSENSUAL!!

This chapter is strictly smut so if you want to skip over it... that's completely fine. I made sure not to put anything of value to the rest of the story in it so skipping over from 5 to 7 will make perfect sense.

I now ask that the 3 friends of mine who are reading this story skip over this chapter out of respect for our friendship😃🖕 and if you don't then just don't speak to me about it😌 Love you and thanks.

Anyway... Enjoy!

I slide my hand up the base of his neck and grip at his roots, causing him to open his lips slightly. He lets out a short groan into my mouth. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist. He drops his hips teasingly, grinding against me as his lips break away from my mouth, dragging them down my jaw. I bite my lip in an attempt to stay quiet as he continues to suck at the skin on my neck. My grip on his hair tightens as his kiss lowers to my cleavage.

Wait. What am I doing?

"S-stop. I think we should stop." I mutter almost unwillingly. He immediately pulls away and sits up with his knees to his chest. I follow his motions, sliding my palms to the roots of my hair tugging on them slightly as I place my head on my knees, both of us panting attempting to catch our breath.

I can't do this. What the fuck was I thinking? He hates me. I hate him. He's old for God Sake. Would he even be able to get it up?

I shudder at the thought.

He's only 40, Nora, you dumbass. And we know for a fact that he can after recalling earlier events.

I look over to his lap and see that he's hard. I gulp.

"Is something amusing, Lenora?" Wilhelm murmurs. I ignore his question and look directly at him. His legs are now outstretched and leveled with the floor. He is leaned back, with his hands facing outwards behind him, allowing him support. His head is dropped down as he looks overwhelmed in his thoughts.

I need this.

"Wilhelm?" I speak softly as I begin crawling over to him. When he raises his head I am already beside him. I throw my leg over, straddling his lap, facing him.

"Lenora? What are you—" He tries.

"Shut up. Just tonight..." I drag my hips forward as much as possible allowing our chests to touch. His eyes wander to my lips as mine do his. "Just tonight... I want to forget. I want to forget that I hate you and that you hate me. I've had a really shitty day and I need some source of relief." I look back up into his eyes. "And considering the circumstances..." I smirk as I feel his bulge growing further. I roll my hips, allowing him friction, causing a small groan to escape his throat. "I'd say you need this just as much as I do."

He looks me in the eyes once again, but his eyes seemed to have darkened. He grabs a fist full of my hair pulling me to his lips. I part my lips slightly allowing him an entrance, as his tongue shortly makes his way into my mouth.

He stands abruptly, lifting me as he does. I tighten my legs around his hips as he continues to savor my lips.

"Last door. At the end of the hall." I mutter in between kisses. I kick off my shoes as his legs begin moving in the direction I spoke of before. I feel his hand release the small of my back as it goes to find the handle of my door knob.

He immediately finds his way to my bed in the middle of the room, dropping my body onto my mattress. I lift myself up as I lean back against my forearms awaiting what's about to come.