His lips crash into mine, it takes me a moment but I sink into the feeling and kiss him back. Were a frenzy of lips then tongues.
His left hand slides up my back and grabs my hair keeping my head still while he devours my lips.
He starts moving us backwards so I'm against the wall, still kissing. The wall is cold against my back but my skin feels like it's on fire.
His right hand slides down to my hip and he pushes himself up against me, groaning. I can feel his erection against me. My cheeks go scarlet but we carry on.
His left hand loosens and then falls to my ass. He grabs me up and moves me onto the table refusing to let go of my lips.
He places me down gently then knocks my knees apart so he can stand in between them. Which I allow. His so dominant! I can't help but notice the dampness between my legs. I'm so turned on right now.
His kisses travel down my neck and I can't help but moan from the feeling.
His hands go to the buttons on my blouse and starts undoing them, my breasts pop out then his hands are kneading them. I can't believe I'm allowing this to happen. I've never gone as far as kissing, this is more intense.
He works his kisses down to my breasts, he pulls down my bra then latches onto my nipple, I moan and shiver, my hands grab his hair keeping him there.
He lays feather light kisses across to my next breast then latches onto that nipple. Suckling, licking and kissing. It's so intense, my nipples feel so sensitive.
I try to stay quiet.
I don't want to get caught in such a compromising position but when he bites down I'm arching my back and hissing out, part pain, part pleasure. His now smirking up at me. I can see his enjoying this.
He makes his way back up to my mouth kissing along the way. His hand goes up my skirt rubbing me against my panties. I'm scared and slightly embarrassed but this feels amazing. I unconsciously grind my hips against his fingers.
Everything is going perfectly until he pushes my panties aside and touches my flesh.
I panic! I push him away and huddle up in a ball on the table. What the hell is wrong with me. I can't even get intimate without freaking out.
'Abby' his coaxing me,
'Abby sweetheart, what's wrong?'
' I... I.. I can't' I cry, he looks confused
'you can't what?' He questions
'I can't, this has to stop' his brows furrow
'are you a virgin Abby?'
I nod my head shyly, tears streaming down my face, he takes a step forward and cups my face wiping my tears away
'shh, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, if you want to stop we stop'
'I'm sorry' I cry, why am I so emotional! I want him!
'Shh Abby, if you want to stop we will sweetheart, I'm not angry, calm down'
I take deep calming breaths and manage to get ahold of myself. I feel bad for denying him but I'm scared.
He does my blouse back up, constantly looking back up to my face, gouging my reaction then he pulls me up off the table.
'Come, I'll take you home' ...