𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

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Recap:
His breath speed increased looking down at her as she offered him a chance.

Jh:I don't know..

M:how about a head start?

....
Madison took a step forward, tilting her head up to the boy who was already out of breath.
She slightly parted her lips and placed them on his, pushing his face back a bit.

It was like his fantasy was fulfilled.

It didn't last long, she pulled away from him.

Jh:what are you doing to me?

M:I was just giving you a taste, it's your call now

Jh:ah fuck you

He said before his lips came crashing onto hers. His hands made their way to her hips and he pulled her onto him, their bodies colliding creating an unexpected satisfaction grow in mads.
She let out a little moan at how aggressive he was. He grabbed her thigh and pulled it up on to his own hip.
He stumbled back, hitting the foot of the bed, then deciding to push her down on it. He got on top of her reconnecting their lips, she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled on it.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and inched him closer to her. He then took a second to take his hoodie off, she trailed her fingers down his chest as he stared down at her. Only when he reattached their lips did they hear and a loud phone ring, startling them both. Josh pulled away as she sat up against him.
She looked down as she propped her hands beside her, lifting her up.

Josh got off her quietly and went to his phone. Silencing it.

She looked up at him as he dropped his phone on the desk and turned to her.

She raised her thumb to her lips, wiping away a bit of saliva on the edge.

He threw his head back, trying to understand her motives.

M:you ready to tell me now?

Jh:I want you, so fucking bad

M:well... I mean you've got me

He walked over to her, her head leveled with his lower abdomen. She looked up at him, grabbing the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to her. His breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbed her face with one hand, and gave her a sloppy kiss.
She pulled away from him for a second to say.

M:sit

He went and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. She crawled over to straddle him, placing her hands on either side of his face as he put one of his on her arm. He caught her eyes with his trying to read her.

She inched closer kissing him again, this time harder, messier. He accepted it, his hands traveling down to her ass, cupping it and pushing her up against him. He slid a finger under her dress, slightly pulling it up.

Softly, she grinded against him, her hands in his neck. He lifted the bottom of her dress...

After a few minutes of just a heated makeout, Josh completely pulling her dress off. mads pulled away out of breath and got off his lap. She laid next to him lifting her upper body up with her elbows. Josh lifted his hand to her head next to him and gently pulled it down by grabbing a chunk of her messy hair.
She looked at him with tired eyes.