Always

29| Stranger

The fireworks that went off in my body earlier are back and they go into overdrive when his tongue licks my bottom lip pleading for access.

Our tongues collide and I'm sure to really let him taste what was left of my ice cream in my mouth. The kiss was starting to escalate so he pulls away with his chest heaving, just a little.

"You still think mint chocolate's better than cookies and cream?"

"I don't know Princess. I think I might need another taste for good measure," he smiles.

"Dickface," I mutter and this time I'm the one who kisses him.

This time it isn't soft or light, it's hot. He grabs my jaw and deepens the kiss like he can't get enough of me. I bite on his lower lip, softly sucking on it after to ease the ache. I can feel my nipples harden when he starts to kiss along my jawline but he doesn't go any lower.

He probably doesn't want to overstep any boundaries but to hell with it. I've been ignoring what I've been feeling for him for a while now simply because I don't understand what it is. All I know is that nothing can feel more right than this moment right here.

When our lips meet again I press my hands flat against his shoulders to push him back as I move over the armrest to straddle him. It's a bold move I know, but we're already here.

I feel him hard against my throbbing center that's already starting to pool with wetness as he places his hands firmly on my ass. After a moment we pull apart breathing heavily and he smiles at me.

"I knew you had a thing for me."

"In your dreams," I grin before kissing him again.

He slides his hands under the material of my shirt, touching my bare skin and I start to feel a little self conscious. His cool callous grip on my waist pushes me down onto his erection rubbing against my clit and the thought practically disintegrates. I let out a breathy moan as he lightly groans with pleasure, our promiscuous sounds mingling with the heavy clatter of downpour outside.

I should be thinking about what this means for us now or what we're gonna do from here, but all I care about is the heat between my legs that's begging for his touch. I can't let this escalate any further though, because soon clothes'll want to be removed, and I can't let him see my bare body.

As if he's been walking around in my mind and sensed my uneasiness he stops kissing me and holds my face.

"We don't have to go any further if you don't want to. This is perfect," he whispers.

All of my worry instantly disappears and my heart swells at how well he can read me. I don't even know how when we've just established some kind of friendship a few weeks ago.

The friendship that we've both ruined with feelings neither of us understand and an uncountable amount of unanswered questions. We both have dark truths neither of us seem to be willing share.

I mean what are we really doing?