I don't know how I got here.
But it's started; it's happening. And I'm here.
Steve is my friend's ex-boyfriend. I met him a few times when they were going out. There was even a drunken discussion between us, where things almost went too far. I don't take any responsibility for that time. After all, nothing really happened; we talked, and there may have been a hug or two... a kiss on the cheek. She had told me he was a very friendly person - add a bit of alcohol and lines blur.
Now, as I push these thoughts from my mind, Steve looks down at me, and his lips move closer to mine. It's not my cheek that he kisses this time. Our lips touch; nothing more than a press to start with. Then the innocence of it all disappears. My lips move against his, and I open my mouth with a need for more. I can't blame anyone but myself because I want him.
I slide my tongue into his mouth with a small moan. He knows its alright now; no need to hold back. He meets me with the same urgency, his hands sliding down from my face to my hips. As he pulls me closer I can feel the beginning of his erection pressing against me. Steve's hands linger for a moment, before I feel his fingers tracing higher.
I take a step back from the embrace, ending the kiss. My breath leaves me with a sigh, only to quicken as I unbutton my shirt. I'm nervous. My fingers are shaking as I pop each button, revealing more and more of myself. Cleavage spills from the top of the black lace bra; my skin seems so pale against the sordid black.
I had bent my head to the task, golden brown hair hiding my face. As I look up into his eyes, I can suddenly hear my heart pounding in my ears. His eyes tell me he's going to fuck me. Fuck me hard and loud. He's going to make me beg. No one has ever looked at me like that before.
His chest is bare now, the t-shirt discarded. He's in good shape; lean and defined. My fingers are itching to feel the smoothness and trace the ridges of his flat stomach. I feel a blush creep up to my cheeks - surely I am getting the better end of this deal?! He's exotic looking - olive skin, with almost transparent green eyes. I feel plain next to him - dark blonde hair, soft body, dwarfed by his height...
Without looking away from me his hands find his belt. The noise makes me shudder with anticipation... the metal buckle clanging against the buttons of his jeans. His fingers slip down the denim. The jeans are on the ground and kicked to the side with an ease I know would escape me. I hesitate, my teeth biting at my lower lip. I try to hold my tongue but the words are out before I have a chance.
"Steve, this is wrong."
Such a clichéd statement. It's also true - I know what I am doing is wrong. But there was no conviction behind the words. They hang empty in the silence.
His face softens and a smile turns the corner of those wonderful lips. As he closes the space between us I it dawns on me he is clad only in boxer shorts; shorts that do little to hide just how right he thinks this is.
I am wrapped in him a moment later. I can smell a subtle cologne, and heat. His kiss pushes my head back, bruising my lips with the intensity. I moan into his mouth as his hands knead my breasts, my nipples hard and aching against the lace.
Wet kisses trail down my neck as his fingers caress their way around my back and unsnap the bra. I hold my breath as he slowly pushes the straps off my shoulders, until the bra falls from my arms. I fight the urge to cover myself. His Ex was small and slim - tiny pert breasts and no hips. I want to hide my curves....
He groans at the sight of them. His hands cover them, rubbing and circling. My gasps fill the room as he pinches my rosy nipples until they are rock hard.
"Don't close your eyes Lily. Watch..."
I stop my eyelashes from fluttering closed and watch as he drops to his knees in front of me. He gives them both a final twist, almost to the point of pain.
A hiss leaves my lips as he draws each nipple in turn into his mouth, sucking hard and biting lightly. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing. I'm throbbing and hot.
