The definitely not dull me

'Special' i dont know

It was a crashing kiss. Clumsy and heated. Nothing spectacular but still special. His lips were hot, burning mine as he pressed himself further against me. My eyes were open and must have held a wild look in them for the way I felt on the inside. Should I kiss him back? I mean I love him and it would make sense to share the kiss. Or should I push him away? Yell in his face? Storm off and slam the door to my quarter? After what he did to me last time this happened it would also make sense to do those things too. To protect myself from getting hurt? But instead I listened to the lust in my body, the sheer earning to kiss him back. Closed my eyes and embraced him.

His muscular arms entwined themselves around my arms, then my waist and then landed on the small of my back. Pulling me into him. He grabbed, squished, squeezed every part of me. His hands ran themselves all over my body. Like he just couldn't get enough. I felt like he was taking advantage of me. And I can't say I didn't like it.

God I wanted him right now.

I'd always thought he could read my mind and now was a good time to prove it because his hands grabbed my behind and he lifted me up to his waist. I hooked my legs around him.

The next thing I knew was him, me and the pile of throw pillows in my quarter being tossed around.

"Grace?" Breathlessly he husked into my ear, "may I?"
He didn't wait for my approval and instead started to remove my baggy T-shirt from the day before. I really wished I'd worn something more keen. But what did it matter, I wasn't about to sleep with him no matter how much I wanted it. See I've never really done it before. Not just with him but with anyone. I guess you could say I'm still a little innocent in the quarters of the building department . . .

No. I can't stop now. This is all I've ever wanted. Well it was what I'd always wanted, up until last time this happened. When he had gone to far. Whispered to much. Not taken my no for a real term, for he was to used to getting what he wanted. And right then that was me. But now. I wanted him back. All of him. And all of the confusion it offered. So I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't say no. Even if I wasn't fully sure. I would go ahead. All I really knew was I wanted him right now despite the consequences, despite last time, despite losing my innocence, I would let him have his fun with me and maybe it could be real this time. Maybe he really meant it. And loved me back?

The next half hour was a whirl wind. It wasn't perfect. It was rushed and perhaps meaningless to him but for me right then I wouldn't have had it any other way.