The Comet

-Four-

-Lily-

I did it, I actually leaned over and kissed him. It may have been the most awkward thing I had ever done, but I managed to connect my lips to his. For a brief moment he was stunned, but then he kissed me back. He grabbed my hair and pulled me against him, my body falling awkwardly against his.

I let out a small squeal as his other hand caught my waist and pulled my body on top of his. His lips were fucking amazing. I didn't have much experience in this department, but I knew enough to know that these sparks were not normal.

As soon as he released my head, I pulled back for air. I was straddling his waist, and gasping for air. Finally I realized what I was doing, and how I was positioned; embarrassment crept up.

"Oh my." I whispered, looking down at Garrett, who had a drunken smile plastered across his face. He knew the effect he had on me, and he was drinking it in. His hand was still on my waist, as his other had made its way behind his head again. Finally I could see just how tightly his shirt was pulling against his muscles, and I was not disappointed.

"I should, um, probably go." I said as I looked around, trying to avoid eye contact. I had no idea how I ended up straddling him, and had no intentions of going farther. He patted my thigh, causing me to look down at him.

"We were just getting started, bellissimo." Garrett chuckled, his body vibrating between my legs. Now I loved his laugh even more. That feeling was incredible.

"I don't ever do this. Like ever." I stuttered, thankful for the darkness around me, as my cheeks grew hotter than they already were. I slowly became aware that I was shaking my head no.

Suddenly Garrett flipped me over onto my back and was hovering over me. Holy shit!

"Me either," he responded, as he dipped his head down into my neck. "Normally I'm the one calling the shots, and making the moves." His voice was muffled as he kissed my neck. I was so turned on right now, that I was scared to move.

My mind kept going back to the party, and me sleeping in his apartment. Deep down I knew that he wouldn't touch me if I asked him to stop, otherwise he would have did what he wanted that night. It was sort of comforting. Part of me wanted him to continue, more than a part of me actually, most of me.

His hand slid down my arm, tickling me slightly as he slowly made his way to my wrist. Once he reached it, he grabbed my arm and pulled it over my head. My heart was pounding in my chest, begging him to continue. He did the same to my other hand, and within moments I was completely at his mercy.

"Holy fucking shit." I murmured, unable to say anything else.

His kisses on my neck turned into nibbles and I really thought I was going to lose it right then. I couldn't stop the sounds leaving my mouth. It was so embarrassing, yet I couldn't stop my body from pressing upwards into him. It had been way too long for me.

He chuckled again, and my head fell back against the grass as I whimpered beneath him again.

"I don't like that language coming out of your mouth." He said sternly, removing his lips from my collarbone. Once is lips were removed I took that moment to breathe, inhaling sharply.

"I'm so" I started, but he cut me off.

"No," He leaned up and looked into my eyes as I finally focused on him. "You are a lady, and you will not use that language, understood?"

I gulped and nodded, very aware of his threatening tone, but deeply turned on by it. At this point, I think I would do anything he said. I felt his body lean into me, his lower half pushing against mine.