Drugs never appealed to me, I was never addicted to anything, until I tasted his lips. Unknowingly, I tried a drug that was too dangerous and addictive.
With the tip of my thumb, I touched Nick’s lips. I tiptoed up and pressed my mouth to his. I placed my right hand on the back of his neck and my left hand on the waistband of his trousers to pull him closer to me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and a smile appeared on his lips as he kissed me.
“Is that a yes?” He pulled away only a few centimeters from me. Never in my life had I seen him smile like that, and it felt amazing to know that I was the one who provoked that smile.
“What do you think?” I completely closed the distance that separated us.
Taking advantage that the bed is only two steps away, I led him towards it. He understood what I wanted, so he turned around and threw himself on the bed with me still in his arms.
Our kiss became more passionate and I took advantage of being on top of him to take control of the situation.
I felt the bulge in his trousers grow against my thigh and a familiar heat began to consume my whole body, leaving all coherent thought behind.
A little doubtful, I lowered my hand to touch his erection over his trousers. He, surprised by the action, sat up and placed his hands on my shoulders, separating me from him.
“I don’t recommend you do that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he said in a hoarse voice. His chest was rising and falling too quickly, his breathing was irregular. I love knowing that I affect him, just like he affects me.
“Don’t hold back,” I don’t know which part of me said these things, but the only thing driving me now is desire.
“Are you still drunk?” he asked smiling.
“No, and I’m sure of what I’m doing.”
He took my thigh and placed my leg around his waist. He flipped me over on the bed, him on top of me, and slowly moved his hand from my thigh to my waist. The shirt I was wearing disappeared. His hands explored every inch of my body. He pressed his pelvis against mine and the sensation of our skin touching made me feel thousands of butterflies in my stomach.
Gradually, I began to touch the growing bulge in his crotch again. Nick moaned against my mouth. I kept touching him, barely brushing him. I wasn’t sure what I should do, so I touched him from top to bottom without any embarrassment.
“Shit…” he said in a thread of voice.
“Am I doing something wrong?” I removed my hand, but he took it back and placed it there.
“No, quite the opposite. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”
I continued with my movements, although now more embarrassed. I didn’t dare to look at his face, I was red as a tomato, but wanting more.
He moaned again and I knew I was doing things right, in a moment of bravery I turned him over to be on top of him. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, I began to touch him but this time, over the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Damn,” he muttered.
That only encouraged me more. Gently, I ran my entire palm over the bulge.
My heart beats at a speed that should not be normal in a human being, I feel my hands shaking and my hormones at their peak.
I briefly glanced at Nick, his eyes were dilated and expectant.
I continued with the same touches and each time dared to touch him more. Suddenly he took my hand off his crotch. Confused, I looked at him and then down. I noticed how his underwear had become damp.
Nick, must have noticed the fear on my face, because he started to laugh.
“You have skill, you made me come just by touching me over my underwear.”
I opened my eyes wide and my cheeks began to burn.
“Nick!” I shouted embarrassed. For a split second, I felt flattered, although then I wondered who else had touched him.
“What? It’s true, although it also helped to see your hand on my dick…”
I put my hand over his mouth.
“Stop saying dirty things,” I smiled at him and decided to ignore my sudden jealousy. I removed my hand from his mouth.
“You love them,” he winked at me and lifted the corner of his lip.
“They make me feel nervous.”
“And wet.”
“Shut up!” I squealed.
“Alright, alright.”
He lay me back on the bed, looked at me flirtatiously and gently ran his fingers down the side of my waist, causing me to arch my back.
Quickly, taking advantage of the better access to my back, he unhooked my bra.
“Do you want me to return the favor?” I nodded, blushing, I seem desperate for accepting without any doubt… but that’s because I am!
His hand positioned itself above my wet panties. “You have to know that I won’t go any further than this with you.”
I looked at him surprised, I am accepting being with him because it’s really what I want, and he’s rejecting me?
“Why?”
“15 minutes ago you were arguing with me to leave you alone, I’m not going to make you mine after that.”
Before I could protest he took my two hands, placed each one beside my head and kissed me hard, invading my mouth with his tongue.
He lowered his hands and gently removed my panties. He positioned his hand at my wet center, stroking gently, which was torture.
I muffled a moan against his mouth. He bit my lower lip and slightly stretched it.
Just when he began to increase the speed of his caresses on my sex and placed kisses from my neck to my stomach, wanting to reach the place where I needed him the most, the ringtone of my cell phone began to sound throughout the room.