Black Cat... And Then Its Over Chapter 9
This is very very passionate.
I know its short, but it's all i got for now. well it least i write , right?
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nine It's that simple
This kiss was different. It was urgent, sexy and passionate. Everything I wanted at that moment. And we just took off from the world. There was nothing but us. One second we are standing, there other lying.
One of his hands was in my hair the other cupping my ass, bringing me even closer. My hands were on his chest, and they snaked down to the bottom of the shirt and then took it off. We were kissing and touching, but it wasn't enough.
"I don't... wanna do.... it here.... at home." I said in between kisses. And that's all he needed.
He picked me up, my legs around his waist. And he ran, not a second past we were in front of the door. I got down, not breaking our kiss and started walking backwards without actually seeing what was behind me. I opened the door and we went in. I briefly turned to see Hunter and Tiny with their eyes wide, staring at us. Ethan's kisses went down my neck while I did the talking.
"Guys, go find a place to, uh, play... thanks." I wicked at them and they were out that second. In the end they wanted this to happened. Otherwise Tiny wouldn't have stopped the car.
I turned around to face Ethan and he looked at me for a second. I put me hand in his hair and took a handful and brought his lips on mine. We didn't think we would make it to the bedroom so we slowly made our way to the couch, bringing down everything on our way there. He's hands were searching my body, mine were undoing the buttons on my jeans. He then ripped my t- shirt off. I slapped him and kissed him again.
"I liked that t-shirt!" I said while biting his neck, there were a few drops of blood and I licked them off. Ethan moaned in pleaser.
He sat down on the couch and I sat on top of him. Slowly and very gently he traced my boobs with his mouth. He kissed the exposed skin, since I was still in my bra. He then put me down and took off my jeans and his own. His body was toned and sexy and perfect. I loved it. And I could see that he was big because he was rock hard. He slowly lay on top of me.
"Are you sure that this is what you want?" he whispered. I could see the desire in his eyes and he could see it in mine, but he felt like he needed to ask.
"It's my first time... and I want it to be with you... because... I...." what? Like you? Love you? Desire you? What? And then if hit me... when I am with him I feel comfortable and loved and good. Every time he makes me forget and just go through the hard stuff. He is there for me. He looks at me that way as well. I know what... "I love you."
He looked shocked! He didn't expect this, but then his eyes started to sparkle. He had the hugest of smiles and he started to kiss me very deep and quick. He them looked me in the eyes and said:
"And I love you."
That day for the first time a guy said that he loved me and meant it. That day was the first time I had sex... no not sex. It was more than that. We didn't have sex, but me made love. Yes... make love. We had it all and I thought it would last forever, but damn was I wrong...
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