This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
Date started: Oc...
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BRITISH SMITH|24
The rain was pouring outside and the sound of wind blowing through the trees were loud enough you could hear them from a mile away and I was starting to get cold.
We were now standing by the door and I was waiting patiently for him to open the door, my feet were tired and I was beyond sleepy— in the process I looked up at him and before I knew it our lips smashed together... intentionally.
He kissed me.
I didn't pull away as I've been wanting this since we were old enough to know what it was. Amanie always caught my skin on fire the second he walked into a room and currently I didn't only burn, I melted. His lips were warm and welcoming, I wouldn't mind just staying here all night— the cold didn't matter nor did the fact that I could feel droplets on my skin.
The door clicked open and our lips parted momentarily so we could get inside, I was so ready I didn't even give him the chance to say anything after closing the door behind us. My arms went lol around his neck and his went to my waist causing a tingling sensation in my stomach, wah mi do right now?
Our lips were now entwined and I couldn't help but let his tongue enter my mouth gently, he lifted me from my feet wrapping my legs around his waist— my 5"3 self feeling small as he touched me.
Whatever self respect I had was about to be taken by him and I wasn't complaining.
He brought me up the stairs like I weighed nothing while I kissed on his neck. He smelled so nice I couldn't help but let out a moan. He placed me on the bed removing my shoes, I smiled at the fact that he was such a gentleman.
I started removing my shirt as did he, we had made it out our clothes by time we were back to kissing, I was now propped up on my elbows wearing just my lace set that I had underneath my outfit for the night. He played with the brim of my panties until he finally began teasing me by rubbing my clit with one finger, I moaned again this time throwing my head back.
