There's a moment. A pause. Before he grabs ahold of my wrist, his fingers causing shivers to go up and down my spine as we both run down the hallways like little children. As his bedroom door shuts behind us, our mouths become busy.
Colliding with one another, and I want to pull him closer yet that's physically impossible with me pushed up against the white wall. I try to swallow down the small moan which is threatening to escape my mouth, but I fail miserably,
He pulls back with a boyish yet manly grin and I almost melt into a puddle before he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"You have no idea how much I've been longing for this." He speaks in a breathy whisper.
I bite down on my lower lip. Is that supposed to be creepy? I don't know, but I'm incredibly turned on by now. Then shock hits me out of nowhere and my eyes widen extremely.
"Was it good?" I question with a sense of vulnerability. He raises an eyebrow, his hands now sat comfortably on my lower waist.
Burning.
His hands are burning me in the best possible way.
"The kiss, was it good?" I ask, he once again raises his eyebrow nodding up and down slowly.
"I've never been kissed before, and I've never kissed somebody before." I look down at the floor, the cold wall against my back sending shivers down my spine.
"Are you virgin, love?" He asks with a gentle tone. His hands still lingering on my hips, but I can feel him tense up.
"Because as much as I want this, I don't want you to lose it to me. You deserve to lose it to somebody you love."
I shake my head, my heart beating out of my chest "I'm not a virgin, I've just never my first kiss."
"You've had sex, but you've never even touched lips with somebody before me." His grip on me tightens until I'm flushed against his body, I can feel everything. Everything. Including the hard on he has for me.
"I don't like the way you put that." I chuckle, as he pushes me down onto his bed not before taking -his- pyjama top of my body leaving me bare in nothing but panties in his raw sight.
He looks at me like... He looks at me with an unreadable look in his eyes, but it makes me feel special. His lips attach to the very bottom of my breast, once again teasing me making me let out a quiet yet breathy moan. His lips continue to go down my stomach, and his fingers begin playing with the top of my panties. He looks up with me, his eyes giving away that he's asking for consent.
"Please Sorin," his lips grazing the skin atop of my panties "Please." He responds with a satisfying hum, I try everything to bite back a moan, his hum sending vibrations into the part I need him most.
I arch my back so he's able to gently pull down my red panties down my thighs, and he flings them to the corner of his room.
I eagerly sit up from his bed, realising it's unfair he's still fully clothed -which is unfair on my behalf- so I reach up to help remove his pyjama pants, pulling them down his thighs and they pool at his ankles.
When I fiddle with the top of his boxers he gently slaps my hands away and pushes me back down on the bed by my shoulders.
"You're looking a little eager there, Love. Allow me to pleasure you first." I almost become undone by not just his words, but also the way he says them.
I've only just realised I'm lay naked below him, but I don't feel insecure like I had done when I used to have sex. His hands trace the outline of my hips, before his head ends up between my legs and I choke back a moan by the sudden impact.
