What if...

Chapter 8

AN: I don't if it ever took me this long in any of my stories, but here we are, after tying up some loose ends:

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Hope it's worth the wait!😈

David gave the door a kick to close it behind her, his lips never leaving hers. As their toungues began to do the dance, he pulled her closer to him. After some time, he felt her completely soaked clothes seeping through his sweater, which caused him to pull away and look at her.

"Oh my god, you are going to catch a cold."

A wicked smile appeared on her face when she reached down for the hem of her sweater do pull it over her head and throw it on the floor.

"Oh, I don't think I will..."

He took a second to take her in, now only her bra covering up her upper half. What a view!

She stepped closer to him again, looked at him from under her eyelashes when she slid her hands under the loose shirt he was wearing. He sucked in a breath as she gently slid her fingertips over the skin of his stomach, causing the muscles to tense.

He pulled her into him again for another passionate kiss and let his fingertips softly glide up and down her spine causing her to shiver. Then she began to slide her hands further up under his shirt, to his chest to gently caress his nipples.

She must have felt his arousal kick into next gear as she pulled out of the kiss, then let her hands slide down to the hem of the shirt to pull it up and help him out of it.

As soon as the shirt was gone, her hands were back on him, and after another gentle kiss on the lips, she began to proceed exploring his upper body, only this time not only with her hands, but also with gentle kisses that gave him a feeling like he was about to explode already. He knew if they kept this up much longer they would end up either against a wall or on the cold tiles in his hallway, and that was not what he had imagined their "first time together" to be like.

He gently squeezed her arms, looked into her eyes, then grabbed her hand to pull her over to the staircase. They stumbled up the stairs, through the hallway over to the bedroom, Jen ridding herself of sneakers and socks somewhere along the way.

At the foot end of the bed, they stopped for a moment, looking at each other with heaving chests. He sank down to his knees, searching for her approval before unbuttoning her damp jeans and help her out of it. There she was, right infront of him, only in her underwear.

When he looked up into her eyes, he could see her initial shyness slip away, probably by the way he was worshipping her. Still holding her gaze, he noticed she moved her hands to her back to open the clasp of her bra. He tore his eyes away from hers to take her in in all her glory as she slid this piece off clothing down  her arms and landed it on the floor.

He was stunned by the immense beauty of this woman, letting his hands glide over her skin, while he whispered

"Oh my god, I can't believe how beautiful you are".

She smiled at him and pulled him closer, allowing him to explore her perfect curves with his hands and lips as he moved up from her bellybutton to circle his tounge around her nipples, before standing up completely, taking her face into his hands and then kissing her again.

She slid her hands over his back, down to his butt to press him closer to her, which he gladly did, knowing full well what she would be feeling pressed hard against her belly now. She sucked in a breath before beginning to pull on the waistband of his sweatpants, as a command for him to take them off. He gladly obliged to her request.