"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
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Warning: Explicit Content ;)
Don
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I wasn't sure how I found myself sliding into the black leather interior of Carson's back seats, but the spaciousness of the vehicle itself surprised me completely when Carson climbed in after me, shutting the door quickly behind us, and not a moment later those devilish lips of his were on mine again, this time far more bolder now that we were alone.
"C-Cars-" I started against those demanding lips, but he shifted me even further back until my back was laying between the edge of the seat and the drivers side of the backseat door itself. I kept my right leg on the seat, while the other managed to rest comfortable bent off the side, with Carson keeping his left one kneeled into the crease of the seats, right up against my right leg, and his right kneeling right between me. He had to brace himself with his right hand laying palm flat on the window behind me to keep himself in this position as his lips moved hastily against mine.
Both my hands went to the soft material of his shirt, doing my best not to lose control with this fine fabric, but as Carson deepened this kiss, his left hand wrapping around my neck and tilting me head up as his tongue glided along my inner upper lip asking for entrance, I was quickly feeling whatever control I had left, whatever sense I had left, completely slipping away.
"S-Shit Don," he practically growled against me, tasting me as that tongue of his took liberties I had no control over... and that made me pull him even closer, eliciting one of the most needy moans to ever slip past these lips of mine. I pulled him as close as I possibly could given our position as this man swiftly altered my breathing patterns entirely.
When he suddenly took my bottom lips between his, grazing his teeth harder against it as he pulled back slightly, a more deeper, grittier moan escaped me, forcing my hands from this shirt to his hair.
I-... I could this now, right? I asked myself. I had avoided his hair because it looked absolutely stunning tonight, but now dinner was over and... well... it was okay, right?
I tugged on it slightly, testing the waters with hesitation, but the word "harder" quickly fell past those lips of his, the hoarseness of his tone meshing in with this heated kiss, and that was as much direction as I needed to tangle my hands into those soft strands entirely, tugging on them with far less care.
One he started that trail with his kisses, moving from my now swelling lips down my tilted chin to my jaw, and I felt a few fingers of his left hand slip into the turtleneck portion of this sweater, pulling it down, I found myself tilting my head further back, granting him access to the part of me I hadn't felt him kiss all night.
