“I just don’t want you to think… because I’ve been quite forward, haven’t I? And that isn’t me. Usually I’m much more… it’s just… carpe diem and all that. Plus, there’s something here I think…”
She’s babbling, struggling and I want to help put her out of her misery so I finally cave to the sensations inside. I step closer, shutting the gap between us and I wrap my arm around her placing my hand on the small of her back. That action shuts her up, the words die on her mouth and she looks up at me pleadingly. I can feel my heart racing, thumping against my rib cage. My mouth is dry and my throat burning. There’s a fire in my belly, flaming, burning, flickering. I want her and I know she wants me too. Fuck social enormities, who cares about that?
I dip my head down to hers and cross our lips together, stilling the room, no, the entire world. Tamara’s spine stiffens in shock but she very quickly relaxes into the kiss. She molds, wraps her body around mine and deepens the kiss. Her mouth parts, I dart my tongue inside, and the fireworks grow more intense. They explode over and over again, fizzing through my veins much too rapidly. It’s consuming me, sending me on a roller coaster. I love it. The spark is deep, it’s flickering and growing. I want to know what could happen here…
“Oh, my goodness,” Tamara gasps as we finally pull apart. “That was…”
Her fingers trace along her lips where I was only moments before. She looks like she can feel the same tingling I can. As she does I realize my panting breaths are falling raggedly out of my mouth. My desperation for her body is shining through even if I want to tame it. Tamara has me utterly uncontrollable.
“It really was…” I breathe deep. “You are…”
There are so many things I want to tell her, my brain is completely blank. All I can do is feel and the way I feel right now is intense and powerful. Instead, I scoop her up in my arms and I bring her back in for another kiss. This time there’s no messing around, I claim her with my mouth letting her know how much I like her.
She takes my breath away, she strips my lungs completely of air, she sends me wild.
I push her back against the wall and hook my fingers underneath the hem line of her dress, groaning with sheer pleasure as I do. I’m about to lose myself, I can feel a guttural moan about to burst free. I’m in heaven…
10
Tamara
I don’t know how this has happened, I’ve got no idea how we ended up here. One minute we were teasing one another, sharing flirty banter by the book shelf, the next I’m being way more open than I would be, and now we’re kissing like horny teenagers who cannot get enough of one another. It’s crazy, I feel wild and excitable. This really isn’t like me at all, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I like this version of me better.
I grab onto his body, gripping the material every single time he hungrily yanks at my dress. An involuntary moan escapes my throat and my ragged breaths ache my lungs but in the best way possible. My core is pulsing for him, it’s screaming out for attention and the way that things are going I might get that soon enough.
“There’s something about you,” I rasp while my head lolls. I need to lean back against the wall to keep upright because my knees are jelly. They’d be knocking together if his thick, muscular body wasn’t between them. “I… I know you…” My brain has switched off. I’m saying things that I wouldn’t normally. “You’re familiar.”
Luckily, I’m then silenced by his lips moving from my face and towards my neck and collar bone. Control vanishes, it zaps through my body and I let it flop from me willingly. I don’t need it when I have him.
My dress moves upwards so high, but it isn’t enough. I place on flat palm on Logan’s chest to push him back. He looks a little bewildered but only while I lift the dress the rest of the way up. I show him that I want him even more so now. My actions speak volumes and make his whole body tense up with excitement. I nod for him to do the same which thankfully he does. He lifts his tee shirt up and pulls it from his rock hard chest. I gasp, a wetness stirring at my slit as I see his incredible abs. Then he slowly unbuttons his trousers, smirking as he slides them down. I can see his bulge and it looks wonderful. Bigger and better than anything I’ve had before. The storm in the bottom of my belly grows while I picture what it’ll feel like buried deep inside of me.
God, what the hell has happened to me? I’ve turned into a sex deprived fool. I’m crazy for him.
“Get over here,” I growl. I wiggle my finger to lure him in. “I need you already, you sexy beast.”
The only thing standing between us now is our underwear, and that already feels like far too much. I want it gone, all of it, I need to know every damn inch of him. I want to touch him, to feel him, to taste him. The thought shudders through me, probably visibly since Logan smiles as he spots it. He looks so damn happy. Like me.
When he crashes back to me, he goes downwards. His lips meet the outside of my bra and he brushes my nipples through the material. I arch my back to him, knotting my fingers up in his hair as I crave more. He senses this and yanks the cotton to one side, probably tearing it as he does - not that I care - and he takes my hard nub in his mouth. As he sucks, electricity bolts like lightning, it burns in my sex. I need him.
He continues to tug and tease with his mouth while his fingers trail over my hip bone, the bottom of my stomach, the to
ps of my thighs… anywhere but where I actually need him. I roll my hips, trying to give him the hint, but still he doesn’t seem to get it. Either that or he’s purposely doing this to irritate me. If that’s the case then it’s working. The need is growing, it’s more, it’s slowly starting to consume me entirely.
“Stop it,” I shoot through gritted teeth. “You’re… you’re driving me nuts here.”
“Tell me what you want,” he commands in a tone I actually like a lot. “I want to hear you say it.”
“You… I want you…” It’ so hard to get words out when I’m so turned on. “You, Logan.”
He slides my panties to one side and feels my soaking wet slit. I brace myself, waiting for him to go deeper, but that doesn’t quite happen. He continues to tease me. “That’s not enough, I need more.”
His sing song tone does my head in. if I could get any more words out I would berate him for it, but right now it’s all about primal need. I have to say just what I can. “I need you to… to…”
“To what, Tamara?” I’m going to fucking kill him in a minute. “What do you want?”
The words tighten up in my chest, but then he gets really close to plunging it and I lose it. My words spin free. “I need you, Logan.” My fingers dig hard into his arms but he doesn’t even wince. He slowly slides my panties down while fixing his eyes on me the entire time. It’s a game to him, and I’m a willing pawn. I don’t care what he’s doing, how he’s toying with me, not when it feels this incredible. “I need you to fuck me.”
He falls to his knees, shocking me completely and he trails his tongue all the way from my center to my clit, tracing amazing feeling patterns there. He grips onto my butt holding me in place while he sucks and licks me relentlessly. I know this is what I wanted but now it feels too much. I try to pull back just for long enough to get my head on straight, but Logan has no intention of letting me do that. He needs all the control over me.