"Playing with fire, if I burn.. you do." - Tinashe
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I've never had a boy in my apartment. Especially, not one who's planning on staying the night. I guess that's another important question... do flings stay the whole night over?
"I need my keys to unlock the door." I smile up at him.
The whole car ride here was a bit weird but in a good way. I was nervous at first but then Noah started talking about their game today and he put me at ease with his easygoing conversation.
He also placed his hand on top of my thigh the whole ride, and would occasionally give it comfort squeezes.
It was... nice.
"Oh, right." He teases, jiggling the keys playfully before handing them to me. The moment my hand reaches out to grab the keys, he's quick to grab it and pulls me into him. A small gasps leaves my mouth when I land on his chest but it's automatically silenced when he captures my mouth in blistering kiss.
Noah tugs me by my waist, closer to him as he kisses me deeply right outside of my door. I wrap my hands around his neck, and stand up on my tippy toes to somehow get even more closer to him.
It never fails to amaze me how he's this good at turning me on just by kissing me. We haven't even got to the most exciting part and already I'm aching for it.
I giggle over his mouth when he pushes me up against my front door. "I'd like to make it inside." I tease and he smiles.
We stop kissing and I'm able to unlock and open my apartment door. It occurs to me when he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck that we've never had sex on a bed.
Only in our cars...or a closet.
That just gets me even more excited. I'm about to get a whole other experience of sex with Noah.
As we get inside my place, Noah slowly looks around but doesn't come in any further. He leans back against the wall, eyeing me. He almost looks conflicted, like he doesn't even know where to start.
"What?" I ask, feeling nervous under his glare.
He smiles, shaking his head. "I'm just looking at you."
And there goes that look he always gives me, the one that tells me he's ready to devour me whole.
Feeling brave I turn my whole body to face him, and begin to slip off my dress. I tug down the thin straps and the material fall down to my ankles, leaving me only in a thong.
I've always been comfortable with my body. I'm more on the thinner side, but still have a curve, and even though my boobs are not big, I feel like they're perfectly proportionate to my body type, which is why I never really wear a bra. My legs are probably my favorite part though, they always tend to appear longer than what they actually are, and it seems like the older I get the thicker they get, which I absolute love.
