Foreign Affair ›› n.h. mature

Fourteen

Olivia Allen

With his strong arms wrapped tightly around my back as I was on his lap tangled around him, we continued kissing. I don't know what happened. We were joking around then all of a sudden he was pulling me on top of him.

But I sure wasn't complaining. Wow, he's such a good kisser. He can be so intense and passionate and then at the perfect moment he will pull away for a second, just look at me, and give me the softest, sweetest kisses.

Then go back to full on making out the next minute.

With absolutely no objection from me, he took us from our sitting position and laid me down on the couch, towering over me but keeping his full weight from crushing me.

He smelled like heaven and his lips were soft and gentle. No one has ever made me feel so elated when I'm with them. He never makes me uncomfortable, just content and blissed out when he's kissing me.

He started trailing kisses down my jaw and then to my neck. He went all the way to my collarbone and back up, soft lips making my skin flush. When he pulled away the tiniest bit, I felt his hot breath on me and I thought he was done until he began sucking on the sensitive skin at the bottom of my neck. I thought I would burst. I can honestly say that this is one of the best feelings. I can't explain why. I knew it might leave a mark but I was too preoccupied to care.

With his soft hair tickling my skin, and his mouth still on my neck, he lowered his weight onto me, I assume because the way he was holding himself grew tiresome. I parted my legs slightly to give him room and I became very aware of the large bulge in his jeans pressing against me.

My lips found his again and he began lightly running his fingers up and down one of my sides, grazing my hip. I put a hand behind his neck and deepened our kiss, pushing my tongue lightly inside his mouth.

Niall Horan

She pulled me closer and kissed me like she never wanted to stop. I so badly wanted to feel up her chest but I didn't know that she would really like it all that much. It certainly wouldn't help my massive hard-on that embarrassingly keeps growing. She has to notice.

She quit kissing my lips and shifted our position a bit so she was out from under me. I quickly realized she wanted to lie on top of me now and I happily let her. She continued kissing me and I put my hands on her ass, hoping she wouldn't make me move them.

Her lips moved from my mouth to my neck to the top of my chest poking out of my shirt. She started gently sucking and I could literally feel my dick get harder. After placing a few more kisses there, she moved to the sweet spot behind my ear, kissing there and little places in between.

With one hand in my hair and the other gripping my bicep, she gave my ear a light nibble and the combination of everything was so hot I seriously thought I might come, fully clothed and everything. She better not grind on me or do anything else too much because wow was I hard.

She moved back to my lips and thankfully started slowing down. Don't get me wrong, I wish I could stay like that for hours. I say thankfully just because if, you know, that happened, I would be mortified. As incredible as it would be, I'm not going to try and have sex with her anytime soon. Not that she would even let me. I think she would have no problem drawing the line and telling me no. But I want this to become something real and she would never respect me if I kept trying when she has already told me no and warned me about that.

She moved so she wasn't directly on top of me and rested her head on my arm, hand on my chest, then curled into my side. She was snuggled in between the back of the couch and me, my arm around her. I kissed the top of her head.