amsterdam ( central cee )

6

My living room is much hotter than before. It's making me dizzy in a way. My tongue slithers in his neck, the tangy taste of his cologne stinging my taste buds.
His hands are on my hips but I wish he did more. I pull back a little. His eyelids were low, a hazy look glazed in his eyes. I lean forward, hoping the dizziness in my vision fades. I feel his thumb rub my sides in circles while his head leans toward me. I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to hit mine but they don't. I grab the back of his head, his hair soft on my fingertips, and close the distance between our lips. His lips are so soft it makes me moan into his mouth. He squeezes me and it's like that's the only thing he wants to give me.

I want more.

His tongue meets mine, reserved and softly. I grunt annoyed by his gentleness. I grab his wrists and push onto his mouth harder. I place his hands on my tits and he grunts. He rips his mouth off mine and kisses my neck. I can't control my breathing, it's like he stole all the air.

My lips part to say his name, and order him to take his clothes off, but a moan comes out instead. His fingers radiate heat when they slide down my stomach and back up to my back.

His breath is warm against my neck as he litters my skin with kisses. He places them on the tops of either breast. I whimper, though unintentionally. It's like I can't control myself anymore, my hips grind down. I feel him throb beneath me and the feeling catches deliciously between my legs.

I want more.

I repeated the same motion as before and the tongue in my neck changed for teeth. He bites me softly and grunts. My fingers wool into his hat from the back of his neck and flip it off. It's the first time I've seen his hair without the braids. His hair is shoulder length, silky falling and rolling into constant deep waves. I weave my fingers through as my hips move more frantically. He throbs and grows beneath me, clearly enjoying what I'm doing to him. He grunts and shifts so I'm sitting a little lower. We're not kissing anymore, just grinding. Humping. I move down and he moves up our breathing rises, feeding each other fleeted ragged breaths. The friction is delicious even with the barrier of clothes between us. I wonder what it would be like without it.

I want more.

I grip the hem of my crop top and pull it over my head, my hair gets caught in it and when I let it go it bounces back falling conveniently over my exposed breasts. I hear Cench hold his breath. He's not looking into my eyes anymore. A tattooed hand leans forward to touch me.

"Shit, Hanne," he grunts and looks at me, his stare is hot when he lets out an elongated grunt and rolls his head back against the backrest.

The fuck?!

"We shouldn't," he's looking at me again. His hand finds my neck gently and pulls me in, his thumb strokes my cheek and he chuckles, I frown at that.

"Why not? why are you being weird?"

"I needa go, alright?"

I'm still confused but a sigh rolls off my lips anyway. I crawl off him and use the blanket beside us to cover myself. I shake my head. "I'm sorry--- I shouldn't have done that."

Cench stands up and puts on his cap. I'm looking up at him, noticing the bulge in his pants. He slides his tattooed hand over his face and shakes his head.

"Nah it's, alright. You just had quite a bit to drink..." It's so awkward to look at each other I just want him to leave at this point. "I just want you to be in a right state of mind when we do this, you know what I'm sayin'. And I had sum' to do in about ten minutes."

I nod because I can't bear looking at him. I'm so embarrassed by my own behavior that I can't even remember the pleasurable part of the last ten minutes.