Girl On Fire

10: A faded world

Convincing Sebastian to go inside so we wouldn't be making out around people was more difficult then it sounded. The man just kept kissing me, and I kept reciprocating. He was so damn fine, in all honesty, I wanted to crawl up that mother fucker like a tree.

I tugged him into the nearest secluded area, that being a small room with a lock, it was likely a bathroom. Too dark to tell and way too into him to give a damn. I locked the door and pushed him against the bathroom sink. I pushed my hands up his shirt, and kissed him feverishly. He groaned into me and pressed against my body. Me between his legs, his arms around my waist.

His hand slid up my neck and cradled the back of my head. His fingers tangling in my hair. It didn't hurt, if anything it felt pretty good, even when I had a sensitive scalp. I sucked on his tongue, my body practically aching for the man. I wanted him so damn bad. "Wait-" he grunted against my lips. "What?" I asked kissing down his jaw.

"Do you want this? I mean I know you're intoxicated and — stuff like that-" he started. I rolled my eyes, I appreciated him wanting my consent while I'm "sober" but I wouldn't have the strength to do this if I didn't have a little something in my system. And I was completely capable of saying yes and no, like the big girl I am.

"Yes, I want this Sebastian," more than you can imagine. "yes. I am intoxicated, however, I am completely capable of saying yes and no. Can we go back to what we were doing?" I asked looking up at him. A few moments of recognition and processing came over his face before he nodded. He turned us, he was now the one between my legs in a sense.

He lifted me, putting me on the sink causing me to hum. Not that I was shocked at it, I was shocked how much his attitude changed. He kissed me again, melting and meshing against my body. I could tell he were the dominant one out of the two of us, but I could also tell just how badly he wanted this. I never knew a man could have both.

His fingers brushed the underside of my thighs, under my skirt, fuck it felt good. I growled at him, gently and it was more so a purr then anything. Yes, I can purr, Doesn't happen often. He chuckled against my lips and peppered hot kisses down my neck.

I groaned out arching against him as his hand slid down my skirt. He tugged at my panties, just enough to pull them to my knees, and cupped my pussy. I gasped and arched against him more. Oh fuck, I could cum like this. "Does that feel good?" He asked me, I nodded quickly grabbing his shoulder in response. "Good, because you're fucking soaked."

I hadn't noticed till he said something, not like I felt the air against my panties when he lifted me on the sink or anything. His finger rubbed in gentle circles over my clit, I sighed out softly. How'd he know? Oh fuck did that matter? I whined softly, deep breaths entering and leaving my system. I was so enthusiastic. I had never acted like this before.

I whimpered again and he slipped his middle finger into my core. My insides throbbed around his finger from the new foreign object inside me. "Wait - are you a virgin?" He asked my heated self. His eyes searching for answers within my hooded ones. "Wha-what does that matter?" I stammered.

Did that turn him off? Was that something that mattered to people? Was he one of the guys who preferred experienced women? "Answer me." He stated. My body tensed up slightly and my legs squirmed to close. "I - yeah I am." I mumbled out, I looked away wondering if that was a bad thing.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked lifting my chin. I shook my head softly. "No? Why would you think that?" I asked confused as my legs slowly fell back open. "Because you're a virgin and I wasted no time to — put a finger in you." He stated. His finger thrusting inside of me, I groaned softly and shook my head.