Bliss Oliveira is a little lost. Not physically of course, but in every other definition of the word. Her carefree and wild nature have left her unsure of what her next steps are in life. At the age of 26, her friends have it all figured out. With c...
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The moment I felt his mouth against mine it was like someone had sparked a live wire beneath my skin.
I felt alive.
My heart thudded so rapidly in my chest that the sound of it in my ears rivaled the thunder outside. I felt a shiver run through me as he traced his tongue along my lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. I opened my mouth eagerly, allowing him access to explore every inch of me. His hands trailed down my back, pulling me flush against him until there was no space left between us.
His kiss was passionate and desperate, like he was attempting to devour me. I met his energy and used my free hand to explore; from the stubble on his jaw, down to his neck, to the taunt muscles in his shoulder, down his outer bicep and along the dripping t-shirt where it clung to his ribs. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, the roughness of his wet jeans against my bare legs sending shivers down my spine.
I wanted to touch all of him.
The feeling seemed to be mutual because he shoved his jacket off of my shoulders. I had to let go of him briefly to let it fall to the ground behind me before one of his hands slid into my wet hair at the nape of my neck, effectively holding me at his mercy. His other arm slid around me to rest his warm hand on the opposite side of my waist, forcing my back to arch into him even more. He was curled around my body as my hands ran up both of his forearms to his biceps.
He tasted like weed, tobacco and him and I wanted to commit the taste to memory as I felt the cold metal of his rings brush over my burning skin.
Every bit of me felt on fire for him.
He tried tugging me tighter to him, like he couldn't manage to get close enough. Then he tried pulling me up more to accommodate our height difference. His tight grip had my tiptoes barely touching the floor, while his teeth grabbed ahold of my bottom lip. The needy whimper that left my throat as he firmly tugged my lip away from my mouth had his calloused fingers leaving my waist to trail down the outside of my thigh.
His touch left goosebumps in its wake and the feeling alone was enough to have me ready to climb him like a tree. When his hand reached my knee, it slid behind the bend of it, then he was hitching my leg up over his hip to press his clothed bulge against the crotch of my shorts. His dark eyebrows furrowed over his hungry eyes as he studied my reaction and though I didn't look so angry about it, I was sure my face mirrored his.
"You're drivin me fuckin crazy," he admitted through clenched teeth, blown out pupils and rosey lips a little swollen from the way we'd attacked each other. I couldn't decide what I wanted more, to look at him or to kiss him, so my eyes darted from his eyes to his pink parted lips while I tried still to catch my breath.
"You want it?" he asked in a breath, emphasizing his question by grinding his hips against me to make sure I felt all of 'it.'
I didn't even know how it was a question at that point but I tried not to seem too eager. Though that went out the window due to the fact that the grind of his hips had the seam of my shorts pressing perfectly into my needy clit. I whimpered and instantly nodded my head while my eyebrows pinched together to convey my need without me having to say it.
