Love is in the Air

Shut Up and Kiss Me!

If you've read my other works...this one is a bit different. Enjoy ;)!

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"Oh shut up." He says grabbing my face. I lean toward his touch. My eyes closing.

"That's better." He whispers.

I feel his breath against my lips before his lips are on mine. The kiss is brief, but the feel of them on mine leaves me holding in my breath. My eyes open wide. His hand is still on the side of my face. His expression is hopeful, but guarded.

What is he afraid of? "You..." I whisper.

"Don't..."

His voice lacks the confidence he always has. I bring my hand up and cover his hand still on my face. I close my eyes. "Kiss me." Why? When did I decide?

"What?"

"I'm no--"

I'm suddenly cut off by his lips on mine; his arm wrapped around my waist bringing me flushed against him. My arms wrap around him. My hand finds its way to his skin underneath his shirt. Feeling his skin makes me want more. I press myself closer to him. I can feel him. He lets out a moan making me press my fingers against his skin. The thought of fingerprints crosses my mind before he bites down on my bottom lip. He sucks on it before he breaks the kiss. We're both breathing hard and it's not the only hard part.

A smirk forms on his face. "I didn't know you could be demanding." He says, his voice smiling.

I feel a blush on my face.

"I like it." He says, his smirk growing. "And the blush suits you."

"I'm not blushing." Why couldn't I have darker skin?

"Your face doesn't lie." He tightens his hold on me.

I can't stop my breathing from becoming shallower. Why is my body reacting the way it is?

"Your body doesn't lie." He whispers in my ear making me shiver. I bite my lip to stop the moan from slipping past my lips, but it slips when he takes my earlobe in between his teeth. "Yes, it doesn't lie."

"Shut up." I say breathless.

"Commanding again."

Frustration and desire is evident in my voice. "Take care of this." I grab him through his jeans and squeeze. I smile triumphantly when he lets out a surprised gasp. I didn't know this side of me, but I'm enjoying it. "You're needy." I brush my lips against him.

He lets out a disgruntled growl.

I stop my administrations.

He opens his eyes. "Are you going to finish?" He asks, his voice husky.

"If you're ready."

He blinks. "What?"

"I'm taking you."

He gulps. He is struggling between quenching his desire or maintaining his dominance.

I'm not relenting. I can hold off, but he can't. I let him go and take a step back, but he grasps my hand and places it on his member. I smirk in satisfaction. It got harder, if possible. I claim his lips as I unbutton his jeans and free his member. My own is restrained against my jeans. The friction and knowing that he is at my mercy has me hardening. I run my tongue over his teeth tasting him. He starts grinding against me. My hands take a hold of his waist halting his movements eliciting a whimper from him. I don't want him coming yet. His back hits the wall. I move my hands to his back pockets and squeeze each of his cheeks while I place kisses down his jaw to his neck. I suck on his neck and bite down.