"Hmm..."
He hauled me closer to him as he claimed my lips in a much deeper kiss, tasting every part of my mouth as if it was his favorite dessert that he wanted to savor and enjoy.
His lips were unbelievably soft yet warm and possessive. He was kissing me slow and deep, and oh so good...
I moved my hand to hold on to his arm and I know he's stacked. He's spent hours in the gym way back in Praesidium and I know that even when he was benched for a month, his routine was consistent.
I know because I've seen posts of Canlas and Tamayo with him.
He plunged his tongue inside my mouth and danced with mine. Heat started to ignite inside me with that daring gesture that I couldn't stop myself from moaning.
Conrad moaned against my lips before I felt his hand move to hold the back of my neck as he continued to kiss me.
"C-Conrad..." I managed to moan despite his tongue teasing mine. "W-Wait..." I inhaled sharply and placed my hand on his chest and looked at him.
He still gave my lips a few more kisses before he moved away a few inches and looked at me. His breathing was uneven while his gaze was still on my lips.
"What... what are you doing?" I asked. My heart was pulsating while I was looking at him. I am pretty sure that I am flustered right now because I could feel my cheeks burning.
His hands moved to cup my cheeks, a gentle caress from his thumbs were enough to make me want to close my eyes again. "Kissing you, princess," he replied. "God, I want more," he breathed and then moved to kiss my lips again.
I wasn't able to ask him why he's kissing me and now his lips were on mine again.
His kisses were hungrier, needier... he really meant it when he said he wanted more.
The rain continued its torrential downpour and I could hear it from where I was standing, the gusts of the wind slammed through the glass door and I don't think either of us care in case it will break or what at that very moment. Conrad was focused on kissing me and I am too engrossed with the way his lips pressed against mine, and his tongue playing with mine.
"Fuck," he groaned and then hoisted me. My eyes widened with what he did but he didn't mind. His hands moved to my ass to hold me and pulled me down a little to reach my lips again. I held on to his shoulder before I felt him move–walk.
Oh, my god.
He pinned me against the wall and pressed his body on mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back even though I know that I should push him away. I should stop him. I should yell at him, slap him, maybe punch him because of what he was doing.
But I simply can't.
Instead, I found myself responding to his kisses, pulling him by his nape and moaning against his lips.
I feel like I'd start to lose my breath when Conrad moved to kiss the corner of my lips down to my jaw and to my neck. I looked up and gave him access while I was trying to catch my breath. I bit my lip when he licked, kissed, and sucked my neck a little.
My hands held his head to make him look at me and I saw him smile. He was the one who moved again to cross the distance between our faces and snogged my lips once more.
The wall was also supporting my weight and that's where his hand became free to knead and caress my waist, memorizing the curve before it moved upward just enough to cup my boob.
I gasped when he squeezed it and he kissed me deeper, harder.
"Conrad..." I moaned. My chest was heavy from the confusion and the astonishments of what's happening right now.
