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IX (NSFW)

He looked at me, smiling gently.

Somehow, looking prettier than ever, but unfortunately, I won't ever admit that to him. 

I'm not trying to be that bitch who will say every time that she's not ready for a relationship, but I really wasn't feeling like being in one. I'm alone for a long time and it would be too much of a drag to try and compromise my life for someone else. And I'm too young for all of that. 

He sat onto the bed, pulling me up with him, positioning me onto his lap.

While I faced him, he looked up to me before he started kissing my cheek painfully slow, moving his kisses down my neck and stopping right at my collar bone. On top of that, he was constantly caressing my back with his fingers, making me shiver and making my body move towards him just to try and escape his touch even though I liked it too much.

But as a consequence, I moved just enough in his lap to make him hard as a brick. 

I would lie every time if I said that feeling a guy get hard under you wasn't the best feeling you could feel while having sex. 

So naturally, I moved just a bit more so my now already wet folds could sit just right on top of his already hard dick, making him slightly hiss as a response. Just how I like it. But I won't let him get it just yet. I'm not that kind of player, and he knows that very well. I just sat on top of him, looking into his eyes, which now at this exact moment seem too damn hungry. Like he would eat me alive if I let him. That man wants to consume all of me, more than ever right now. But just a moment ago, he looked at me with only the look of love in his eyes.

I started to caress his back with my nails, lightly at first, just enough for his breath to become heavier and slightly stressed. I want him to break into pieces from overstimulation and foreplay, not in evil kind of way, but if he really wants to make love to me, it really needs to be intimate and almost feel desperate for both of us even before the act itself. As for myself, I will be a complete coward if I don't even try to make this feel special to both of us. Because I kind of feel like this will be our last time together like this. 

Slowly, I moved my head towards his neck, now letting my lips meet his burning flesh, while exploring his wet hair with my fingers, letting them get cold as ice itself, moving them more towards his bare chest. It felt like playing with fire for me, feeling like I'm letting my cold fingers melt so they can pierce him and be one with his body. It was much more intense than ever. I felt him shivering under my touch because of how cold my touch was, so I started tracing my path that I planted before, now with the tip of my fired-up tongue. But barely touching him, edging him. It was like a borderline torture. The dance of fire and ice.

Escaping his grip around me, I moved even further down, now getting almost to the point where he can just grab my head to use it to release himself. But no, he didn't even move. He just let me do my thing. I kissed all around his worked up hard flesh, which was red and ready to burst out at literally any given moment. So, giving head is not an option. Instead, I just traced from the very bottom of his dick with my tongue, all the way up to the tip, which at this point has started to leak a little bit. 

"You're going to kill me with all of this I swear..."

Those words barely escaped his mouth under his breath. It was almost funny hearing him sound like that.

"Well, mister, you called for it, so for now all you can do is shut the hell up."

I think that laughing after that was really the mistake I could've avoided. But oh well. I found myself under his heavy presence within second. Actual second. 

Hot.

"What if I don't shut the hell up, huh? What the fuck can you do?"

"Funny words big man. You almost convinced me that you're serious. Also, I don't remember being in a situation where I found myself almost cumming from you barely touching me, so in conclusion, I can do exactly that."