OS SWANQUEEN

'' Admit It. You Can't Get Over Me'' 🌶️

 
She touched my skin with an unnamed delicacy. How the hell did she get to be such a horrible woman, that I hate from the bottom of my soul, yet so delicate? Her fingers ran through my thigh with forbidden slowness, I cursed her from the inside. My body shivered at this contact so simple but yet so meaningful. I knew very well what she wanted to do with me. What she was going to do. She wanted to drive me crazy, and despite me, she had already done it. I couldn't bear the thought of letting that moment slip away. Not yet. Not right now. Not after all we've been through. I hate her!

"Admit it''. 

She sighs in my ear. Her warm breath caresses my neck. She has the damn gift of driving me crazy. I hate her as much as I love her. Here we go, i said it. She moves her hand a little higher, slowly reaching my buttock, without touching it again. Sadly.

''That I admit what?''

 I replied as coldly as I could, clenched jaw. I could not allow myself to crack anytime soon. I had to keep my face, she couldn't win so fast. I refused that. She had a little laugh. She continues:

-that knowing my hands on another would drive you crazy. That you love those same hands on your body, that my breath in your neck twists your belly, that you dream of my lips on your skin... Do i need to say more, Miss Swan?

I groan a sort of no. I loosed and she knew it. She gets dangerously close to my neck, kissing it hot and wet, and I immediately feel my breath take hold, my heart again acting up. I sigh. She was right. Of course she was. From A to Z, she was right. I couldn't stand the fact that she was looking at another one. 

''Admit it.'' she smiles mischievous. She won. And she knew it.

''Yes.''. 

I'm bitter. I hate the damn fact that she's fucking right. And she smiles, proud of herself, and proud of the effect she has on my little person.

"I knew it. You can no longer go without me." 

She smiles mockingly before dropping a multitude of kisses along my jaw before taking possession of my lips. I join her without waiting a second in a passionate kiss. As if we were waiting for that from the beginning. Yes. AS. IF.         

  She brought me closer to her, laying me on her lap, her hands pressing my hips firmly while my hands stroked her hair. I drown in an ocean of passion. A burning sensation twists my stomach, the butterflies dance in my lower belly. Needless to say, this is only an image and in reality, the butterflies dance way much lower. She places her hands on my thighs and caresses them to my buttocks where she squeezes gently while I work to untie her tie and unbutton her shirt. Shirt I already count on stealing in the morning. I put an end to the kiss. Her eyes don't leave mine, and she always has that cunning smile on her face. She's delighted. I cannot express it, but i swear she is.
I want to slap her when she looks at me like that. But i have other ideas for tonight so... I walk up to her neck and start kissing her. I fucking love the smell. I bite her gently. I love to feel her frustration rise when she starts squeezing my ass more firmly, looking impatient. I head towards her ear and bite the lobe before murmuring.

"You're good, I'll give you that, but you have no idea of what I'm capable of.'' I giggle and instantly feel it stiffen I know she's not gonna let me get away with this, and she's gonna want to show me that  she's the best. And that's exactly what I'm waiting for. Oh yes, I'm waiting.