Page 38 of Just for Fun
As I continue caressing her face, my thumbs running up and down her face, I lean down and finally press my mouth to hers. She opens up to me, this time ready for it, unlike the first time we kissed at the restaurant.
I don’t let go of her head as I deepen the kiss, coaxing her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it gently.
This time seems to be going a lot better than before. She is not as stiff or awkward. In fact, she falls into me, hands now clenched in my shirt on each side of my waist.
I pull back a little when we both seem to be out of breath and in need of some air. But that’s knocked from out of me when I see the look on Zara’s face. She is not ready to put a stop to what we’re doing.
“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” she murmurs, her chest raising and falling . “But if you don’t kiss me some more, I might die.”
That is all I need to hear. With a better grip on her face, I start walking her back, blindingly looking for a surface I could push her against. I let out a sigh of relief when her back finally comes into contact with a wall, then, without hesitation, I start kissing her again.
There is such a strange feeling as I kiss her. It makes me feel young and inexperienced. And while I am not exactly old, considering I’m not even thirty yet, I have plenty of experience. But this kiss with Zara is different. I love the way she sighs into my mouth every so often, or the tentative way she pushes her sweet tongue into my mouth, the way she nibbles at my bottom lip.
I am so into my own head, I almost miss her pushing at my chest.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me you want me to stop,” I beg her.
“Not stopping.” She sounds breathless when she speaks.
As soon as I take a couple of steps back, she jumps up in my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, just like I was praying for back in the parking lot of the restaurant. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she brings her face closer to mine.
“Kiss me like that again.”
I moan and smash my lips onto hers at the same time that her back hits the wall behind. We go wild at each other’s mouths,with Zara kissing me back with the same passion that I give her. Feeling like we are on the same page here, I sneak a hand under her flannel top in search for her skin. It doesn’t disappoint when I finally make contact, although the waistband of the matching flannel pants is a lot higher than expected. I have to say that I’ve never had sex with a girl who wore flannel pajamas around me. It was either the sexiest lace or nothing.
The way she jumps as I skim my fingers up her side would make me chuckle, but the intensity of my passion for her supersedes everything else. Her skin is so incredibly soft, and all I can think of is that I can’t wait to feel her sliding down my naked body.
She drops her head back when I let go of her mouth, hitting the wall behind with a thud. I nip and lick down the elegant column of her neck, giving more attention to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Zara sighs in pleasure, small bumps raising on her skin as she moves her head to the side to give me more access.
With her pushed up against the wall, I continue placing wet kisses on her upper chest as far down as the flannel top will allow me. My fingers look for the large buttons so that I could take it off her already. This has gone long enough.
Despite the buttons being so large, I get stuck at the very first one. I just can’t push it through the hole, like my fingers are made of cotton. My patience has reached level zero, with my brain focused only on seeing Zara naked.
I grab the collar on each side of the top and pull hard. Three buttons fly somewhere into the room, the sound of them hitting the hardwood floor echoing through our labor breaths.
“What are you doing?”
Zara’s eyes are wide in shock, but she doesn’t stop me when I look up at her, my lips poised right above the swelling of her breasts.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, just in case. The lack of oxygen to the brain might kill me, but I would stop if she asked me to.
She continues staring at me, breathing hard and like she’s either about to run off never to be seen again, or… fuck me until we can’t function anymore.
“I will die if you stop what you’re doing, Kyle.”
“You won’t regret it,” I whisper just before dropping my mouth back to her skin. The tops of her breasts pop up in the sexiest way, and my mouth waters just at the thought of seeing all of her.
Pushing her higher against the wall, I pull down on the pajama top and her bare breasts finally pop up. For a split second, I freeze as I stare at them. They are absolutely perfect, round and full, but not too big, with the most perfect little pink nipples. They move up and down with her breathing, and I swear I can hear angels sing.
I drop my head, my mouth automatically latching onto one of her nipples while my hands are kneading at her ass. The tiny pebble melts onto my tongue, making me crave for more, so much more.
Since her legs are safely wrapped around my waist and she is pushed against the wall, I let go of her ass so that I can put my hands on other parts of her body. Zara digs her hands into my hair, holding my head where she wants it. Fortunately, that’s where I want it as well.
With my focus solely on making her feel good, I suck on one nipple, then the other, pressing it with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, applying as much pressure as I think she can handle it. The more she pulls onto my hair, the harder I suck.
“This feels so good,” she mumbles from somewhere above my head. “Please don’t stop,” she begs.
If I wanted to stop right now, someone should get my head examined. That would be the first sign to know that something is wrong in my head.
