nicotine; mgc

cinq

He didn't own a car, so we walked. He talked and talked about music and about computer games. I didn't say anything except for a few nods and mmmhh's. He seemed interesting.
We reached his apartment and he took my coat, but only to throw it on the couch. He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his mouth. He kissed my hand gently. I smiled in return.

I looked at his mouth and watched him smile. The lovely curve of his soft lips. I wanted him to kiss me, if only he wasn't a stranger. Michael took a step foward and another. He stepped until he was almost an inch away. For a second, i thought i was in another one of my dreams.

I had only let my guard down for a second, now i'm half naked in a strangers bed. I don't remember it all. It happened so fast. I was starring at his lips and watched them crawl closer to my mouth. I felt him breathe against my neck and felt the light brush of his mouth on my jawline. I closed my eyes and welcomed him in. He kissed me, it was hot and messy. At that moment, I knew I loved him.

He picked me up and i wrapped my thighs around him. He was attacking my neck with love bites. He was full of lust, overflowing with it. He was intoxicating. He took me to his room and slowly ceawled onto the bed placing me underneath him. I kissed his collar bone and he groaned. "youre a good, kitten", he breathed.

I felt him getting hard on my thigh. He started to push into me, dry humping if you will. He was rubbing me, i couldn't get enough. I pulled on his shirt but he caught my hand. "i'm in control. if you want me to change the pace, beg, like a good kitten."

I felt overwhelmed. "please..", i begged. "please what, kitten?"
"please change the pace", i begged again. He chuckled, "how fast do you want it, babygirl?"