111 Friends (1/2)
As their tongues met, fighting for dominance, performing a dance as old a time, her legs hit the bed as she fell backwards. His hands caressed her curves as she let out a sweet seductive sound. He released her lips moving down her neck, leaving behind patches of evidence of their explicit act.
Was this the answer he wanted? Not really, they were both lost in their own world. Their scorching bodies made them breathless. At that moment, they wished they could meld into one.
There's a saying that you can't leave a goat with a yam, either the yam will be eaten by the goat or the reverse would happen, whatever the case, eating would occur. It wasn't too far off from leaving a man and a woman alone. They can only indulge in their desires, even if they would regret it.
As she moaned, his hand moved under her nightie, leaving a burning trail behind. Soon, he found what he was searching for. Cupping it, he squeezed a little, causing Kim to ache her back in need.
His knees parted her legs, without any form of resistance. He rested his weight on his knees as he pulled her nightie up, leaving her exposed.
She was on the receiving end, allowing him to give more than she did. It still could be considered as him collecting whatever he wanted without the need for her to reciprocate his touch. Even though she wanted to do something, she was unsure of what to do.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
Her mind a blurry mess, she could only give him more access while she moaned like her life depended on it.
She was unsure of when she became topless, but she felt his warm tongue caressing her nipple. Kissing, sucking, biting, squeezing. She found her hands on his hair, pulling him closer.
Her core, aching, begging for attention, she began rubbing herself against his thighs. But he refused to satisfy her. Maybe it was on purpose, may be he was too focused on her breast, she did not know which. It was clear she was frustrated when she pulled his hands, directly it to the source of her discomfort.
As his hands felt her wetness, he stopped. Earning him a glare. He pulled his hands away, abruptly getting up. ”I…” He wasn't sure of what to say. Though he wanted her, badly too, as his hardness was throbbing, making him uncomfortable.
He dashed into the bathroom.
As he shut the door, he leaned against it. He lifted the hands that felt her wetness, staring at it. Her was tempted to lick his fingers as he brought them close to his nose, perceiving her unique scent. His racing heart, increased, as his hardness trobbed more.
It was the first time he touched a woman, he felt so nervous he ran away. He wasn't sure of what next to do and he also didn't want to do what she would regret.
Turning on the shower he stood under the cold water, letting it calm his heart and his wandering thoughts. He was not sure how long he spent in the bathroom trying to calm himself, when he came out, she was already asleep. He quietly picked up the pillow and blanket and headed to the living room.