Beg for Me

Rachel is your typical college freshman, unsure about her major and unsure about her future. But when a blast from her past suddenly decided to wedge his way back into her life, she has to decide: give in, or make him beg for forgiveness. Who will end up caving first, her or her old flame? **** There were lips on my neck, trailing, kissing, biting. I wanted to role my head back but I dared not move. I didn't want to scare him away. His mouth had moved to my shoulder, kissing the skin exposed as he tugged at collar of my shirt. I could feel him pressed tightly up against me, his chest against my back, his hips pushing against my ass instinctively. He was hot, much too hot. And yet I pushed myself against him, relishing the slow tingling that followed the path of his fingers. They traced up my leg and across my hip, toying playfully with the waistband of my shorts. How long would he tempt me this way, sliding his hands just barely under my clothes? I willed them them to move farther down, just a little father down! His mouth had moved up to my ear and the sound of his ragged breathing finally tore a soft moan from deep in my throat. "Please," I whimpered as his teeth nipped at my lobe, sending a frighteningly powerful surge of pleasure rolling through my veins. My body was burning. "That's right," he growled in my ear, his hand cupping my breast, "Beg for me." *** Warning: Though the first two chapters seem PG-13, there will be frequent spots of sexual content because this is an honest story and guess what... college kids have sex. A lot. And I apologize for any errors. This isn't a professional manuscript and I have trouble polishing my writing to perfection. Enjoy ;) Oh and these are my words so please don't steal them :(