La Rosa

Chapter 23: Sex and Us.

TW: Smut (Just because I know some of you bitches hate that shit)

He did just as he said. I just didn't realize it was gonna feel better than how it sounded.

It started better than he said too, he started kissing me and as soon as I ran out of breath he just moved to my neck, my cheek, near my boobs but would never actually pay them any attention.

It's almost like he was a drug and my whole body needed him. Everywhere. Anywhere. I've never wanted-no needed something more than no. I never knew I could crave a human being so badly but here we are.

He started moving down my stomach kissing every inch but as soon as he made it halfway down my lips practically begged for his attention. I didn't know I could be so needy, especially in this kind of way.

I pulled his face back to mine and start kissing him as if he was running out of air and this was the last kiss. He started smiling into the kiss and I pull away. I've never loved so many things about a man before, his smile, his voice, his laugh, his arm, legs, mouth, and hair. Everything. 

"I thought I was obsessed." He says and continues kissing me, I feel his come up and starts rubbing against my panties. I moan into his which he loves because he bites my bottom lip which didn't work but it was a good attempt.

"I can't do this ." Right, when it comes out his mouth I practically wine. He laughs. Like actually laughs. This isn't a funny moment, He's blowing up a chance on good pussy. I hope at least. "If you let me finish I was gonna say until I told you."

Horny me has gone, a stressful mess of a person back.

"It's probably irrelevant now but in the bathroom on our first date." He starts and I don't like where it's going but I'm too scared to move. "Nothing happened, well she did kiss me but I pushed her off of me. I swear on my dead mother and father. I wish I killed her when she first walked into the room."

Is it wrong to say this kind of makes me happier?

I kiss him, and instead this time I'm on his lap and he's below me. He pulls away. He just stares at me and I can't tell what he's thinking not even a thought. "So I came up with a whole scenario for you and your not gonna even follow the script." He says and he smiles I try to hold back a smile.

"Hey, you went off script first I'm just better at improv," I respond and I go to kiss him and he just puts his finger in Infront of my lip pulling it down just a bit.

"Maybe we should just end it here and regroup tomorrow." He says and I can tell what he's doing, he's trying to beat me at my own game. 

"You know what I think," I say and slowly move closer to his face hoping to feel more intimidating, "I think we should say fuck the script, and you should fuck me instead," I say and before I can even take another breath he's taking my shirt off and I'm attempting to unbutton his shirt. He ends up ripping it off and ripping my panties too. Does he think those are cheap?

I unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. To take them off I had to stand up and then the bright, not so bright, idea of messing with him came into my mind. I take a step away from the bed and he doesn't realize it yet so I take another. He takes off his underwear and looks up and sees I'm stepping away. So I bolt, but I'm not the fastest person in the world so I don't even make it to the door.

I laugh until I feel my back against the wall and him holding my hands above my head. I look him straight in the eyes and I can feel his hand on my thigh and it slowly starts rubbing my clit with his other hand while still pinning mine. "If I knew you were this wet already I would have fucked you earlier." I moan at just his hand barely moving against my clit and his voice.