Page 39 of Just for Fun
Breathing like I am about to pass out from my lungs collapsing, I rip my mouth away from Zara’s breasts and straighten my legs, my arms automatically wrapping around her upper body so that she doesn’t fall.
Zara is breathing just as heavy as me, her eyes wide in wonder, and like she can’t understand why I stopped. Or why I’m here.
Turning around, I start walking toward the couch I spotted when I first walked inside her apartment. I debate for a second if I should place her on her back, then get back to kissing her as I lay on top of her. But I like the idea of her being on top of me better, so I sit and get her comfortable, with her knees on each side of my hips.
When she drops her ass in my lap, I see stars, and not of the pleasure kind variety.
“Are you okay?” The concern is obvious in her voice as I stare back completely cross eyed.
“Give me a sec.”
I sound like I might pass out, but when Zara tries to get off my lap, I slap my hands on both her hips.
“Don’t move,” I beg. “It’s getting a little better.”
She huffs. “What is? You better start talking, or else.”
I have a witty comeback to that, but I need to focus on my recovery, so I can’t answer. I take a few deep breaths in and concentrating on letting it all out.
“Okay, I am better now,” I say once I’m sure that all my body parts are functioning as they should.
Unfortunately, by now, Zara has become too self-conscious of our positions. She has her top closed, and I can’t see her naked flesh anymore. She makes a few attempts of getting off my lapwithout using her hands since she’s worried about her pajama top revealing too much. Not sure why since I’ve already seen all that already. And now I need to see more.
“This is such a bad idea,” she murmurs. “I don’t know how this happened.”
I stare at her, wondering how honest I should be with her, then decide that she would appreciate me telling her the truth instead of coming up with a random story.
“My balls were in a weird position in my jeans,” I blurt out.
That seems to get her attention. “What?”
“When I sat down,” I explain, “then I pulled you down on my lap…” I want to make sure I take all responsibility for this mess because she’s too skittish. “And when your amazing ass…” I make sure to slide my hands over the full globes. “When it landed on my balls, well, it hurt like a bitch, not gonna lie.”
I try to laugh it off, but Zara is not laughing. In fact, she looks concerned and ready to get off me. Problem is, I want to get her off. In the worst way.
“I’m sorry for ruining the moment.”
I yank her forward and she falls against my chest.
“My balls are now situated and comfortable.”
Her mouth moves a little, like she’s trying to hold back a smile, or, dare I say, even laughter.
“I’m ready for us to continue what we started.”
She brings a trembling hand to her lips, pressing her fingers on them while her eyes look impossibly wide.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
The tone of her voice implies that she can’t believe she said that. But I don’t let her think it through. Instead, I bring my mouth back to hers, and we start again from where we left off.
This time, it feels more intense somehow, probably because we both know where it’s going. There is no hesitation on either side.
I love this side of her, which is a total contradiction to what she presented during our dinner. But I had a feeling there was this wild side to her. All the good girls have a wild side.
Confident that she won’t be going anywhere, I continue kissing her while my hands are massaging her breasts, with special attention given to her small nipples. Every time I squeeze them a little tighter, she rocks her hips into me a little harder.
My cock is about to burst out of my jeans, and I’d give anything for her to take the initiative and lower my zipper. Instead, she wiggles around until she seems to have found the spot that works for her.
