He looked straight into her eyes as his hand settled on her leg. It had been a long time coming, and
He looked straight into her eyes as his hand settled on her leg. It had been a long time coming, and she stared right back, held in his gaze like a convict, her embarrassment settling over her shoulders like a guilty verdict. She wanted to look down, but she couldn’t. Not with his hand there, and his eyes here. The fingers started to move up her thigh, almost painfully slow, with a pace that she was sure that was supposed to put her at ease, but instead just put her on edge. She wanted it to move, thrusting its way up towards her, pushing aside both skirt and thigh, forcing her to accept him whether she wanted to or not. She wanted him to be rough, and he was deliberately not being. It made her shiver with frustration, and more than a little shame. She didn’t want to be so wanton, and yet here she was, staring at him as he stared at her. His hand moved another inch, the hem of her skirt kissed the side of his finger. It fluttered, mimicking her heart, and she bit her lip, still staring, always staring. He’d just started to smile, and he’d leaned towards her while he did it. He was too close, she could feel his breath against her face. Another inch slid up her leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He was halfway down her thigh now, and she was finding the sensation to be painfully virgin, something that she couldn’t quite parse, because she didn’t have the frame of reference to compare it to. But what the fuck kind of thought was that? She’d had sex before. She’d been with men before. Why was this suddenly different, suddenly something that she couldn’t comprehend, something to get sent into a wave of shivers over. Why couldn’t she look away from his eyes? Why did blinking feel like a crime? His hand moved another inch. His hand moved another inch. His hand moved another inch and pressed against her. Suddenly, without warning, it was against her. She gasped, he smiled, and then he surged forward and stole her mouth from her, took it by force, at gunpoint, and left her breathless. His hand moved another inch, and she moaned into his mouth. And she’d never know the like of it with any other. And she’d never want to know the like of it with any other, or any other kind of like, thank you very much. -- source link
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