Page 95 of Wild Thing
It was true. The guilt was coming for me—there was no escaping the rising tide of shame. I felt split in two. One half of me was ashamed at myself; while the other felt alive and blissfully happy.
It was a confusing blend of emotion that I didn't know how to process.
“I know this is chaotic," he said quietly. "But isn’t that what we've always been?"
A cyclone whipped through my veins as he brushed his lips with mine. “Haven’t we always not given a fuck about anything or anyone, except each other?”
He had a way with words. He could talk me off a ledge. Or kiss me and fuck me off one.
He rolled his shoulders back and tilted my chin in his hand. "Everything will be okay. It won't feel this way forever."
Leaning forward, he placed a light kiss just next to my lips.
I caught fucking fire, my body was burning alive from the inside out. I wanted him so bad, I was so drunk on lust.
I dived on his mouth while his hands wrapped around my waist. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer, returning his hunger in my kiss. The desperation, the urge to be completely and utterly his was almost too much.
He pushed roughly into me, and I could feel his arousal hard against me. Instinctively, I spread my legs a little wider, gyrating into him.
He broke away from our kiss, and with our foreheads touching, he looked down at my body.
I tilted his chin towards me and looked him dead in the eyes.
Placing one of my hands onto his, I slowly guided his tattooed hand down between my legs, then very, very slowly up my skirt.
I wanted him to feel how much I wanted him.
With his forehead against mine, he angled his eyes down towards his hand, which was lightly rubbing me over my underwear. I rocked my pelvis into his hand, letting him know how much I liked it, needed it, would fucking beg for it.
I unbuttoned my blouse.
Sunshine streamed in through the high windows, lighting up where we were positioned against the table, the dust particles dancing in the glow of golden sunlight.
I peeled off my blouse and removed my lacy white bra.
Brax inhaled sharply at the sight of my tits.
My body was trembling with an insatiable appetite to fuck him there and then.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He answered me by kissing me deeply, before dropping his mouth onto my tits, kissing them, sucking and flicking his tongue all over my hardened nipples.
He couldn’t get enough.
He slipped a finger on the inside of my underwear, and began lightly stroking my pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he uttered, as I arched my back, begging him to slide a finger, or two, inside of me. “Look at me, Dylan.”
He slid my thong halfway down my legs, before yanking it off, getting it caught around one of my high heels. It dangled there as he teased me with his fingers, rubbing me, spreading my arousal all over my pussy. I grinded my hips, trying to force him to give me what I was desperately craving.
I shifted my ass up onto the table. He dipped a finger in me, in and out slowly. My legs shook at his touch.
Then, a second finger. His rhythm increased.
In and out, slowly and steady, with firm force. My body craved the pressure his fingers provided me.
I spread my legs wider as if to say,yes, more.
