Mature content, please read if you are above 17 or if you are okay with these things. And I think you would read on despite the warning since every person on Wattpad is a pervert, just different degrees of it.
Kissing Nao is like experiencing a rollercoaster ride.
It's slow at first, tantalizing and soft, warm lips meshing together in an intimate lock.
Then the ride up arrives. Everything comes to a sudden halt, anticipation controlling your actions and making you anxious. Hands don't listen to their owners, raking each other's body, touching everywhere while the kiss deepens.
Then you're at the top, looking down to your impending doom. The ride comes to a momentary standstill, and soon enough potential energy converts to kinetic energy and sends you over the hill.
Smoldering heat takes over, pushing emotions and logical thinking to the side for lust and illogical thinking to take over.
For my Heat to take over.
Movements become more hurried, almost aggressive. My hands are shaking in pure excitement, my body quivering at the promise of release. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing up from the ground and fighting against him.
He wins.
The car flip side ways, you go up, you go down, you travel along the long lines of trails, screaming in excitement as your stomach drops, but when you're at the most awesome part of the ride, the loop, it jerks and stops, leaving you hanging upside down.
He halts.
Every movement on his part stops.
He shuts down, lips pressing into hard, thin lines, and eyes crinkling due to the pressure he puts on his eyelids.
I'm left with a motionless body, while my own craves for more.
The area between my thighs throb, my bottom quivers, I'm panting with desire and I need somebody, anybody, to help me relieve myself.
Even if he doesn't react to me, I continue on. I tighten my arms around his neck, biting on his bottom lip till they fall apart, allowing me entrance.
I climb on his lap, settling against the tent between his legs as I push him back, humping against him.
I almost didn't notice the small guttural sounds his throat releases as I urge him on, his hands fighting against themselves to touch me.
He always stops himself just before he is a centimeter away from touching me.
Before he can place a hand on my bottom, he stops. Before he can run a hand through my hair, he stops. Before he can lose control and give me what I want, he stops.
He's having a battle against unknown entities.
I sit up, running my hands down my body and tugging the pajama off. The cold lets its tiny fingers touch my skin before my Heat catches them, expelling them from my system and heating me up.
Without seconds going to waste, I trail my hand down my body and push my way through my slit, letting my middle finger slide against the tightness and liquid.
It squelches every time I move my fingers, a steady rhythm working me, yet my fingers aren't long or in any way satisfying, but the sounds that come out of my mouth proves me otherwise.
I move against myself, placing two more in as I work my body up. I let my head fall back, fingers pinching my nipple as I work myself harder.
This is good, why haven't I tried doing this before?
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Run Away With Me
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