No One But You

His warm lips are so soft and so tender as they brush over mine and I want to throw my arms around his neck, straddle his lap and just fucking de

vour him.

Fuck, I’m like some lust crazed person.

I don’t even know how I manage to stay so still with all those thoughts and all the electricity zapping through me.

I don’t know what to do next. If I should open my mouth or lick his lips. Whether I should touch him. I want to touch. I am touching him.

He’s groaning as he licks my lips and as my hands hold on to his waist so tight that my nails bite into his flesh. But then it’s not just my nails biting into his skin, it’s his teeth sinking into my lower lip. It’s his hand cupping my face so hard that I know it should hurt, I know that it’ll leave a mark, but I don’t care because it feels so fucking good. It’s his fingers weaving so tightly into my hair that the sting makes me want to pull on his hair too.

I can’t help the strangled moan that escapes my mouth as he slips his tongue inside and licks my own.

I’ve never kissed or been kissed like this before and even though I’m unpractised and new to this, my hands seem to be in the know as they travel brazenly down his sides to the top of his swimming shorts and as unsure as I am, I know that I want to slip my hands under the elastic and become acquainted with every last inch of his sexy skin.

Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever used that word to describe another person, let alone a boy…a man. Jamie.

He grumbles a shallow growl right at the back of his throat as my fingertips skim around the navy elastic of his shorts. His tongue licks deeper and twirls around mine.

I want more. I want to tell him that I want it too, but I don’t want to stop kissing him back and I have this unsure tightness in my chest that makes me bashful and fearful that he’d reject me anyway.

I want him to touch me in ways that I’ve only heard other girls boast and brag that they’d been touched. I want his mouth and his tongue to taste a lot more than just my own.

Before I even realise it we’re both standing in the middle of the warm, soft rolling water and his hands are squeezing my bum cheeks to the point that I think they’ll leave bruises. And it makes me feel excited in ways that I’ve never felt before and it makes me feel like a livewire.

All this and he never stops our kiss. His tongue tastes mine with a ferocity that feels like years of need all at once. I rove my hands up his sides and his back, relishing the feel of his muscles pulling and tightening under his hot skin. By the time my hands round to his chest and travel up to his hair our bodies are completely flush and my boobs feel even bigger and heavier than they already are. My nipples feel sore like they’re being pinched and pulled and there’s this familiar, yet new ache that’s building between my legs and the bubbling water is only making that ache stronger whilst making it feel better at the same time.

I’ve never felt the arousal of a man, but I can feel his and it’s pressing deliciously to my lower belly. I feel the heat creep up my neck and flush my cheeks and all I want to do is find a way of getting closer. My fingers tighten their grip in his sun bleached brown hair and I can’t help but pull him down to me, even as I feel him softly pull away.

No. Please don’t stop.

“Quincy,” He says hoarsely as his arms wrap around my waist lightly. “We have to stop.”

“Why?” I can feel panic building in my chest and I can hear it in my high-pitched voice.

“I’m leaving.” He whispers as he tucks my hair behind my ears.

“So? I know.”

“I can’t do this and then leave you, sweetheart. It’s wrong.”

“It’s not. I want to…”

“I don’t. I can’t, Quincy. I can’t use you like that.”

My eyes sting with tears at his words. I want him to do whatever it is he thinks is wrong. I want him to use me in the way he doesn’t think he can or he should.

“Please?”

“No. No, sweetheart. You deserve more. You’re better than that. If I wasn’t leaving…”

I want to shout and yell at him not to leave. Not to leave me. I want to fall onto my knees and beg him to stay and do all the things I can see so vivid in his eyes that he wants to do. But I can’t.

I can’t ask that of him.

So instead I just let him hold me and hug me whilst I try so hard to hold my tears in, but fail at doing so.

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