Page 85 of Habits

It’s actuallynice. Sitting here and doing nothing with somebody else. Kicked back and relaxed. I’ve never done this before with a girl.

Obviously, there were other girls before Jeanette. A lot of them. But with them, it was all about the physical. Touching and teasing and fucking. Lots of fucking. Chasing the high to find oblivion. To find peace. No matter how temporary. But then I was out of the bed and running before my dick even got the chance to empty properly.

When she’s around, it’s the complete opposite.

I crave her.

I crave to touch her. To wrap my hands around her and feel her body mold to mine. The way she sighs just before she leans her head on my chest is music to my ears. I crave her hands on my body. The sound of her laugh and the glow in her eyes when she looks at me.

“Will you stop it?”

Jeanette turns toward me so abruptly, she knocks me flat on my back. She almost falls off the couch, so I wrap my hands around her, her chest pressing against mine. The impact is strong enough to knock the wind out of our lungs.

I look at her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“If you wanted to play dirty all you had to do was ask.” I flash a grin at her, watching her cheeks turn pink.

“I-I …” she stutters, a mix of confusion, shyness and what’s left of earlier irritation.

Pressing my finger against her lips, I shush her. Her mouth opens like she’s going to protest, but I kiss her on the lips.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Our lips barely brush before I pull away.

She moans, dissatisfied and needy, which only makes me chuckle more.

“You were saying?”

I nibble at her lip, pulling it into my mouth.

Her fingers grip my shirt tightly and push me away. Finding her balance, she shuffles in my lap straddling me, her pussy rubbing firmly against my dick and making us both groan loudly.

“As I was saying—” Her fingers dig into my scalp, pulling me closer. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Not giving me a chance not to obey her, her lips land on mine.

Hard and needy.

Lips part, tongues tangle with so much intensity and desire I can feel my whole body burn with need. Want like no other runs through my veins, making me burn from the inside out.

Kiss her.

My lips slide against her, a low moan vibrating in the back of her throat as I plunge my tongue deeper.

Touch her.

My fingers slide up her thighs, grip her slim waist, before they lower down her back and on her ass.

Feel her.

They squeeze the toned flesh, helping direct her grinding hips to the painful throbbing in my cock, her heat enveloping me completely.

Takeher.

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