Page 86 of Habits

I want to bury myself inside of her so deep the only thing she can feel is me. Hear my name fall from her lips as I claim her over and over and over again.

“My room,” I growl as I jump on my feet with her in my arms.

I have to have her. In my room, on my bed, on my terms. With my cock buried so deep in her pussy we won’t know where one ends and the other one begins.

“Andrew,” Jeanette shrieks, completely startled. She barely manages to grab a hold on me before I run toward the stairs.

Jeanette

As soon as we climb to the second floor, my mouth is back on his. We kiss greedily as he advances blindly toward his room. Lips clashing, teeth nibbling, tongues plunging.

It’s hot. It’s messy and almost desperate, but I can’t help myself around this guy.

Once he’s in my proximity, I need him to touch me. I need his hands on my body and his lips devouring mine.

It’s insanity.

Pure and simple.

But I’ll take this kind of crazy any day of the week if it means having him.

Having his lips on me as his hands play my body like the most beautiful of symphonies.

Making me feel wanted.

Making me feel alive.

Making me feelwhole.

My legs tighten around him, and I can feel the pulsing of his dick nestled between our bodies. Even behind all these clothes separating us I can feel how hard he is.

Sliding my hands down his shoulders and chest, I dip them underneath his shirt. My cool fingers touching his feverish skin. A low hiss parts his lips and I bite slowly into his plump, swollen lip, pulling it into my mouth and sucking lightly to relieve the sting as my hands trace his lower abs.

“This has to go,” I murmur, slipping his shirt up his chest and over his head, throwing it away in the darkness of his room.

As soon as the shirt passes his head, his lips are on mine again. Heated kisses drive me insane, so insane I almost miss the flick of the switch and the dim light turning on.

“Andrew,” I plead.

He knows what I want, but he shakes his head lightly, not once stopping the kiss. His hand grips the edge of my shirt.

“Please.” I try again, feeling vulnerable.

During all of our hook-ups, we were clouded in the darkness. Hiding from other people. Hiding from each other. Hidingfromourselves.

I gulp down, trying to calm the panic that’s boiling underneath the surface.

I’m not ready.

I can’t let him see my body.

I can’t even look at my body; how can I expect him to look at it? To like it?

“Princess,” Andrew whispers, his forehead pressing against mine, panting slightly. “It’s just me.”

His green eyes gaze into mine with so much tenderness and sincerity, something in me breaks open.

I believe him.

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