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He placed a hand on my cheek, and I nearly felt as though I would melt. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked.
I only giggled. I grabbed his chin and pressed my lips against his, a little sloppy, but better than the kiss with Jesse. It helped that Scott wasn’t drunk. He managed to turn his head at just the right moment so that our lips met much with success.
His lip were soft, yet firm, and deliciously wet. I hesitated but a second, ignoring the thought of my drunk breath by reminding myself that I’d never see him again, and shoved my tongue into his mouth.
I felt giddy, almost unable to believe how forward I was, living in the moment, taking what I could get. I would enjoy this night after all.
His mouth moved against mine, hot and delicious, his tongue exploring behind my teeth, dancing with my tongue, with a hunger that felt as though it set my body on fire.
With a hand on my hip and one in my hair, he held me to him with such a passion that I could not resist moaning into his mouth.
Scott moaned too when I reached between his legs and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
I pulled away quickly. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for anything,” he said, “We should probably get you back to your friends.”
Was he trying to get away? Was my breath still bad? I didn’t want to let him get away, this was still my moment. Reminding myself that he would disappear from my life forever, I grew bolder yet.
“We don’t have to,” I said, “They won’t miss me yet.”
I grabbed his face and kiss him again. I was going to use the hell out of him. I moved my mouth to his neck, tasting the flavor of his sweat, my hands moved down his torso, feeling his abs. I couldn’t resist not knowing. I pulled his shirt off, and was pleasantly rewarded by finding a body well-developed and hard, with ripped abs that my fingers danced across. I returned to kissing his neck and down his chest, nipping and biting, eliciting more moans. I gave his cock another squeeze, and I had the urge to free it from its constraints. He was hard for me, his dick throbbing in my hands, and I knew he was as turned on as I was. I could feel my juices soaking my panties, I wanted him so badly.
Could I really go that far? I knew that I could. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted in my whole life, more than any Christmas present, more than any other happiness, I wanted to feel his body against mine, and I wanted it now.