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Authors: Sadie Black
hunch over and start to cry.
My mind is so sucked in by the chaos I don’t even notice that we aren’t heading back out to the party until we’ve walked deep into the labyrinth of his house. I swear you must need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to find your way back out of here. We reach a large, dark door, and he opens it for me, allowing me to walk past him first into a masculine office full of wood carvings, leather furniture, and a huge mahogany desk.
“What would you like to drink, Kendra?” Matthew nods toward a well stocked bar near a floor to ceiling window. I’ve never been much of a drinker. I can count the amount of times I’ve gotten drunk on two fingers. “Ummm, what do you have?”
“How about I surprise you?” His aqua blue eyes seem to glow in the lowlight of the room. This has been a night full of surprises, what’s one more?
“Sure, sounds good.”
As he mixes a drink like a chemist mixing an antidote in a lab, he doesn’t seem the least bit phased by the whole scene that just went down. How often does this sort of thing happen in his life? His calm, cool demeanor is making me question my memories of the drama that just played out between him and Marjorie.
“Here, tell me what you think.” He brings me a glass with a drink that looks like orange tang. I take a small sip and am pleasantly surprised that it tastes like a fancy lemonade.
“It’s really good, thank you.” I take another sip and watch as he sits with his concoction on the pure, white leather sofa, patting the seat invitingly. When I join him, I’m confused for a second as he takes my glass from me and places it on a table with his. Confused until he wraps his strong arm around me. His kiss is so light on my lips that it almost feels like the fuzzy memory of a dream upon them. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth slowly, tenderly tugging on it with his teeth, making me moan at the unexpected sensation.
His hand travels down my dress to the hem and doesn’t hesitate for a second before pushing up between my thighs, hovering over my wet panties. I gasp, I’ve never come close to having any man touch me like this. My body is hungry for more of him, but my mind won’t stop spinning. Is this really how I want to lose my virginity? On a first date with a man who will probably never see me again? Marjorie isn’t wrong, he probably won’t even remember my name.
“Stop,” I pant into his mouth weakly, but I push my hips forward, grinding my juicy mound toward the heat of his hand. He pushes me backward onto his couch and moves between my legs so quickly that my mind is now firing off alarm bells. This is too much! Too fast! He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and roughly tugs them over my head, pulling my dress up with his free hand and kisses me passionately.
His free hand glides up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my soaking panties. Matthew’s finger pushes against my panties, putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I mewl, bucking my hips toward him. The intensity of his touch is so perfect, it feels like this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m just not sure that this is the right time.
My reservations melt away again as our tongue caress and collide. I’m tired of being the good little girl, it’s time to have some fun for once. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to keep stroking my pussy. I didn’t even know I could get this wet. He sucks my bottom lip back in across his teeth, less gently this time and then gives it a painful nip that brings me back to reality.
“Owww! No, we need to stop. I just can’t.”
He releases my arms quickly and sits back up so fast it feels surreal. I’m still lying in front of him with my legs splayed open with a total disregard for modesty and my head spinning.
“If you want to stop, you’ll have to quit putting on a show for me, Kendra,” Matthew muses, smiling at my exposed lace
My mind is so sucked in by the chaos I don’t even notice that we aren’t heading back out to the party until we’ve walked deep into the labyrinth of his house. I swear you must need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to find your way back out of here. We reach a large, dark door, and he opens it for me, allowing me to walk past him first into a masculine office full of wood carvings, leather furniture, and a huge mahogany desk.
“What would you like to drink, Kendra?” Matthew nods toward a well stocked bar near a floor to ceiling window. I’ve never been much of a drinker. I can count the amount of times I’ve gotten drunk on two fingers. “Ummm, what do you have?”
“How about I surprise you?” His aqua blue eyes seem to glow in the lowlight of the room. This has been a night full of surprises, what’s one more?
“Sure, sounds good.”
As he mixes a drink like a chemist mixing an antidote in a lab, he doesn’t seem the least bit phased by the whole scene that just went down. How often does this sort of thing happen in his life? His calm, cool demeanor is making me question my memories of the drama that just played out between him and Marjorie.
“Here, tell me what you think.” He brings me a glass with a drink that looks like orange tang. I take a small sip and am pleasantly surprised that it tastes like a fancy lemonade.
“It’s really good, thank you.” I take another sip and watch as he sits with his concoction on the pure, white leather sofa, patting the seat invitingly. When I join him, I’m confused for a second as he takes my glass from me and places it on a table with his. Confused until he wraps his strong arm around me. His kiss is so light on my lips that it almost feels like the fuzzy memory of a dream upon them. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth slowly, tenderly tugging on it with his teeth, making me moan at the unexpected sensation.
His hand travels down my dress to the hem and doesn’t hesitate for a second before pushing up between my thighs, hovering over my wet panties. I gasp, I’ve never come close to having any man touch me like this. My body is hungry for more of him, but my mind won’t stop spinning. Is this really how I want to lose my virginity? On a first date with a man who will probably never see me again? Marjorie isn’t wrong, he probably won’t even remember my name.
“Stop,” I pant into his mouth weakly, but I push my hips forward, grinding my juicy mound toward the heat of his hand. He pushes me backward onto his couch and moves between my legs so quickly that my mind is now firing off alarm bells. This is too much! Too fast! He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and roughly tugs them over my head, pulling my dress up with his free hand and kisses me passionately.
His free hand glides up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my soaking panties. Matthew’s finger pushes against my panties, putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I mewl, bucking my hips toward him. The intensity of his touch is so perfect, it feels like this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m just not sure that this is the right time.
My reservations melt away again as our tongue caress and collide. I’m tired of being the good little girl, it’s time to have some fun for once. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to keep stroking my pussy. I didn’t even know I could get this wet. He sucks my bottom lip back in across his teeth, less gently this time and then gives it a painful nip that brings me back to reality.
“Owww! No, we need to stop. I just can’t.”
He releases my arms quickly and sits back up so fast it feels surreal. I’m still lying in front of him with my legs splayed open with a total disregard for modesty and my head spinning.
“If you want to stop, you’ll have to quit putting on a show for me, Kendra,” Matthew muses, smiling at my exposed lace
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