I Choose You

I Choose You

  • WpView
    Reads 21
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing15m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 20, 2022
Introduction Ricky moved closer to Nadia on the couch and slowly pressed his lips to her soft, luscious mouth. Heat and passion rolled over her private part as he deepened the kiss, tasting her sweet tongue. She went under the spell of the kiss, and surprisingly, she did not attempt to push him off. She had dreamt about this moment since she hit hormones. She strapped her hands around his neck to get more of him and pressed her body hard against his. She might get embarrassed about that later, but right now, she didn't care about the world except for the delicious mouth she was tasting. Nothing ever felt so right at this moment; she belonged here, in this world. Even his brain went blank by kissing his childhood friend, which should have felt very wrong, but wow, it felt the opposite. He pulled at the zipper of her dress and pulled it down her gorgeous legs, hungry for the feel of her hot skin. His muscles tight again her bra, his touch aroused against her feminine sensuality. An animal-like sound made its way out of his throat as he dragged her into his lap. Breaking the kiss, he asks, "Should I keep going or stop right there?"
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Swan 2: Taking Flight
  • One night was all it took: Story one
  • THE HYBRID
  • Meant To Be
  • The Backpacker's Dream
  • My broody boy
  • His Medicine
  • 15 Days With The Possessive Billionaire
  • Fᴏʀ Hɪꜱ Sᴀᴋᴇ | ✔
  • FRAUD

*COMPLETE*** "You're not playing fair," I whispered, shuddering when I felt his lips and the stubble on his jaw brush against the side of my neck. "I don't recall making rules," he said, lifting his head, our noses nearly touching as he stared into my eyes. "If there aren't rules, then I can't be playing unfair." "Friends don't talk this close," I said as he took a step closer. "Or touch this much." "Friends also don't respond to their friends' touch the way you are to mine," he said, bringing his hand up to my jaw and tilting my face up towards his, his lips centimeter from mine. "I personally think you set our friendship up for failure by assuming our connection could be ignored. I've never been good at friendship anyway, I say we try something I could do better at." "What could you do better at, Milo?" I asked, a shaky breath escaping me as his lips leaned in closer and only turned away from mine at the last minute. His lips brushed against my ear as his hand moved to the back of my head, threading through my hair as he whispered. "Us." Emery has been in Europe the last eight months. She deals with the challenges of being a growing star with sometimes overly interested fans and people coming back in her life now that she's succeeding. Not only that, she had to nurse a broken heart with her lover, Milo, and was doing the best she could, so good she met someone new. It seemed the new man in her life was more than enough for her feelings for Milo to dissipate, or at least she thought, until Milo contacts her. Milo's been going through some intensive personal growth as his psychologist works with him on some unresolved issues and challenges that went undiagnosed when Milo was a child. Milo is in the process of learning to break free from poisonous words that filled his head as a child. Through it all he had one goal in sight: to be well enough to be with Emery. He works up the courage to contact her but finds a lot can change in a few months.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines