They sat opposite each other, legs touching in the tight dark closet. The party music was low and muffled.
"We just gotta sit here and soon enough the seven minutes will be over," she thought aloud.
"That's all we're gonna do? Sit here and wait," he questioned her.
"I mean what else is there to do in a small ass closet. It ain't like we can play tag."
He chuckled, placing his hand on her upper thigh. "There are a couple of games we can play."
She silently thanked the lord that it was dark in the closet, she didn't want him to see the blush rising to her cheeks.
"Um... I think... I mean," she stumbled over her words, struggling to get herself out of this predicament.
"Haha, its fine. We don't have to do anything you don't want to," his hand began to make soothing circles on her thigh.
Her body relaxes and she isn't quite sure if it was because of the words or the hypnotic hand on her thigh.
"Can I kiss you," he asked, leaning into her slightly.
She nodded swiftly before realizing he couldn't see her. "I... um,yea."
Under any other circumstance she'd say no. But that hand on her thigh has her mind a bit blurry. All she can think right now is ' It's just a kiss. We can stop when I want. It's just a kiss.'
He lets his hand slide from her thigh, to her waist, to her stomach, chest, chin, then cheek. He leans in further, placing a soft kiss to her cheek, almost as if saying, 'Are you sure?'
When she makes no move to push him away, he carefully places his lips on hers.
She tries not to squirm at the sudden burst of butterflies and warmth. The small peck did wonders to her body, and when he moved to lean back she moved with him. Their lips collided again. A bit more firm this time. A bit more sure.
She doesn't know what's going through her mind, if anything at all, when she lifts her leg over his lap to straddle him. Their lips begin to move together, his hands move up to her hair, hers on his chest. Her scalp tingles when he tugs her hair a bit and she lets out a soft gasp. He uses this chance to let his tongue meet hers. She moans this time, loving the feel of warmth.
His hands travel lower and grasp at her ass as he continues to let their tongues dance. He stops only when he needs a breathe of air. He doesnt stop for long before he is kissing her neck. Surprised, she moves herself a bit. He lets out a low grunt before continuing his assualt on her neck. She lets her arms drape around his shoulders and leans her head down against him.
Both their breaths are ragged and uncontrolled. He nibbles down on her neck and a jolt of pleasure rushes up and down her back as she arches into him. his hands grab at her ass, pushing and pulling her hips. She gets the point and begins to grind down onto him.
A groan escapes his mouth, "Shit."
She can feel his bulge rubbing against her clit and she feels her core clench and get wet. She brings his head up from her neck and begins to kiss him as she rocks their bodies together.
She can feel the heat pooling in her stomach as she begins to rock against him faster. She parts their lips and lets her head fall back releasing a soft but long 'O'.
Her mind is completely fogged over and all she can think is 'So close. So close. So close.'
She doesnt even realise she is chanting it out loud.
He feels the heat pooling too. He grabs her waist tight, bucking his hips up into her. He hears the loveliest of sounds in response and he feels his balls tighten. He continues to grind up into her, his eyes screwed shut, breath ragged and uneven. He can see a white light behind his eyes and he chases it.
She kisses him once again, but it was more like them trading oxygen. They were both so damn close. And then the closet door opens.
"Times u..."
