I know he’s looking for sex and I want it too. I want it really bad as it turns out. I already am so attracted to him I can hardly breathe. He presses his leg between mine, lifting it a little, pressing into my core. I grab on to his arms and I know he feels my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he pushes harder. I curl my chin, resting my forehead on his hard chest. His hands are stroking up and down my back. God, I want to give in to him, but I know a one-night stand with him will leave me depressed and worthless for months. I can’t do that to myself.
But having his hands on my body as he continues to kiss me is making it really hard to think straight.
Finally gathering my senses, I put my hands on his chest and push away from him. He doesn’t let me go far. His hands are gripped tightly on to my hips as if he doesn’t want to let me leave.
Looking into his eyes, I almost cave. He’s so hot and he’s staring back at me with hooded eyes, but I can see everything he wants to do with me in that one look. Have mercy, I need strength. “I want you… There’s no doubt I want you. But I can’t do a one-night stand.”
I expect him to release me, tell me goodnight and it was nice knowing me, but he surprises me by pulling me closer.
Dusty
I hold her to me, even though her body is stiff. I want her so much I’m afraid I’m going to rip through my slacks. She’s so real and pure and that sexy voice and her curves, it’s too much to walk away from.
My mother raised me better than to fuck a woman on a first date, but there’s no way she would be just some random, one-night fuck for me.
I pull back just enough to see her face and the doubt I see there stops me. I loosen my arms, but I can’t force myself to completely let her go. “I want..” I start, but she lowers her head.
“Look at me,” I say to her, trying to keep my voice calm and not scare her away.
She lifts her eyes and I can see every insecurity she has written on her face. There’s no way I could ever hurt her. “I want more than one night with you. Even if you turn me away tonight, I’ll come back tomorrow and the next day.”
She makes a whimpering needy sound that makes the rest of the blood drain from my brain to my dick. She lets go of me and I step back, trying to get myself under control. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door.”
Hand in hand, I walk beside her. I keep telling myself she needs more time and I’ll give it to her. Even if it fuckin’ kills me.
6
Serenity
I’m putting the key in the lock and when I push the door open, he asks me, “Can I see you tomorrow?”
The fact that he’s not pushing me is my undoing. I look at him over my shoulder, mustering up all the confidence I have. “I’d like for you to come in.”
He puts his hands on the top of the door frame, stretching his shirt along his torso. I can see the tension in his face as he answers me. “If I come in there, Serenity, I’m not going to be able to resist taking you. You need to know what you’re getting into before you let me come into your house.” A growl escapes, low and demanding.
I hold my hand out to him and whisper, “I know.”
He ignores my hand and picks me up with one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees. He kicks the door shut. “Where’s your bedroom?”
My arms wrap tight around his neck and his eyes are wild as he looks at me with his nostrils flaring. He starts to walk. “Where’s. Your. Bedroom?”
I tilt my head toward the hallway. “Second door on the right.”
He grips me tighter and takes long, steady strides to my bedroom.
When he puts me down on my feet, I’m not given any time to second-guess myself because instantly his mouth is on mine and his hands are pulling at my dress. His lips pull from mine only long enough for my dress to pass, and then he latches on to me again. He removes his own clothes and before I know it, every soft part of my body is pressed against every hard part of his.
He picks me up, lays me back on the bed, and stands over me. His hand grips his girth and gives it two long, steady jerks. Precum drips from his tip and my eyes jerk to his. He’s watching me, my legs have fallen wide, and he’s stroking himself, looking at the very heated, very wet center of my core. His voice is gravely when he finally speaks to me. “Fuck, I want to make this good for you, Serenity, but I’m not going to last long.” He pushes my thighs apart and positions himself over top of me. He kisses along my inner thigh and I’m pretty sure I quit breathing. When he finally touches his tongue to my swollen nub, I lift my hips to meet him, begging for more. “Yes,” I cry into the room.