1.46 – (18+) You’re mine

That was unexpected, but not in a bad way.

He felt blood rush into his member down below as his eyes shot open. Alicia panted with desire, closing the distance once again. She kneeled, Nathan’s thigh between her soft thighs, and leaned in, kissing him.

It wasn’t like the kisses before. Those were nice, and made him feel butterflies on the inside. But those were made out of closeness, and love. Those feelings were present in this kiss as well, but one emotion bared over anything else.

Lust. He felt it in the way her tongue darted out into his mouth, how she gripped the back of his head and pushed her fingers into his hair. Her moans. The way her hand continued stroking his penis up and down through the fabric of his pants.

The initial shock faded, replaced by a similar amount of the same emotion.

He lost himself in it, grabbed the small of her back with one hand and the side of her head with the other, touching her cheek gently.

She was a clumsy kisser. It was still the most sexy situation he’d ever found himself in, intensified by his own emotions towards this woman. But it was clumsy nonetheless. It was obvious she didn’t kiss much before, if she kissed anyone like this at all.

She moaned, moving up and down on his thigh, her eyes fluttering shut and open. Nathan was sure he’d be able to feel her leaving a trail if he wasn’t wearing any pants.

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She didn’t answer, still enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm. Nathan could wait no longer, though. He threw his pajama down on the ground and then moved her a little, letting her lie down on the couch sideways. He kneeled with one knee on the crook of where the two cushions met and angled his member right at her entrance.