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Fighting Urges - Overwhelming
She was moaning, twisting, turning, a mess of limbs intertwined with his; she arched her back in rhythm to his movements, his kiss, the way his fingers moved across her breasts before caressing her and the feel of him inside of her, filling her and bringing her to the edge of insanity.
As he slid inside her once more, she groaned as he filled her, stretching her, completely. Grasping him by the shoulders and pulling him in deeper, breathing in his scent, she bit her lip to stop from moaning once more. Her nails clawed down his back as kissed her, passionately. The stubble on his cheeks grazing her and causing her to tighten around his length as her arousal spiked.
"No. Don't bite your lip. Don't hold back. Moan for me." Came his voice, rough and shaky.
"Mmm, don't stop, please. Give me more." She moaned as he complied. Picking up his rhythm, he began to thrust deeper and faster, causing the climax inside of her to build.
Gasping for air, she moans again, grabbing his head and running her fingers through his hair. It was damp with the sweat that had begun to form at the erratic movements of the two. The moans grew in volume and the desperation for release hung just beyond their reach.
They both knew what they needed, as he stared at her, his beautiful, ocean blue eyes staring into hers, the question was asked silently. Nodding, she consented and with a long drawn in breath, he shifted, his eyes glowing red and his teeth elongating into sharp fangs.
Moaning at the sight of him, she bit her lip in anticipation. Thrusting upwards and deeper in response, she gasped as he smirked at the sight of her laid out beneath him, begging him for more. Clinging to him, her nails dug into his back sending him primal. Moments later, he lowered his mouth to the sweet junction of her neck and with a growl, bit into her tender flesh. Shaking, she screamed her orgasm. "Pe-."
Waking up, Kirsty looked around her room, her body fighting off the thrill of the dream orgasm before she realised that she was dripping wet and that her limbs had entangled themselves with the bed sheets. Sighing, she moved to the en-suite bathroom to take a shower.
Turning on the shower, she left it to warm as she stripped herself of her pyjama shorts, tank top and black lace panties. Folding them and putting them to the side, she stepped into the heat of the shower. Moaning as the hot water cascaded over her, she began to wash away the sweat that had accumulated during her dream. Using her lemon scented shower gel, she washed her abdomen, before massaging the gel into her breasts, down her arms and around her legs. Rinsing it off, she sighed, content that the dream was over and that she was once again lucid and back to reality.
'Who was this man, beast, creature?' She thought to herself, humming a tune from a tv show in HBO before singing, aloud. "I wanna do bad things to you." Pausing, she realised that it was the theme song from True Blood before shaking her head and stepping out of the shower.
Relishing in the comfort of her fluffy towel as she wrapped it around her small frame, she sighed in satisfaction "Time to kick ass." She said to her reflection in the mirror, before walking back into the bedroom.
Walking toward her wardrobe she heard a bang from outside her room, which was then followed by a low voice cussing. "Fuck, you stupid little fu-"
"Stiles, is that you?" She interrupted.
"Yeah, sorry, I bumped into the railing, again." Came the voice of her brother.
"Oh, ok. Are you ok?" She called out.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Kirsty. I'm just late to meet Scott and Der- a friend." He called back.
"Oh, well have fun." She said before adding "Be careful."
"I will be, don't you worry about me, sis." Stiles replied with a laugh.
Returning to her mission of finding a suitable outfit for the day, Kirsty rummaged through her wardrobe until she found a pair of faded black jeans with rips in them and a comfortable, yet trendy, jumper.
Grabbing a bag and putting her shoes on, she walked downstairs. Greeting her dad who was drinking a coffee whilst hunched over a stack of files and filling out paperwork, she told him "I'm going to grabs a Mo's on the way to university. Shouldn't be home too late. I'll probably be back for 9pm latest. Love you." Kissing him in the cheek, she grabbed her keys from the key dish and set out into the crispy air of a winter morning.
The sun shined down, seemingly surrounding her as she began heading towards Mo's Cafe'. Once arriving at her destination, the rumble of the crowd within the cafe flooded her eyes causing her to flinch, unexpectedly. Grabbing a croissant and orange juice to go, she left the cafe, hurriedly, whilst covering the loud noise with her earphones. Blaring 'you make me wanna die' by Pretty Reckless, she sang softly until the noise died down.
30 minutes later.
As Kirsty came to the entrance of the university, she turned, sensing someone watching her, but before she could register what was happening, she was pinned face forward against the wall, and a strong, familiar accent whispered in her ear.
"You look delicious, Kirsty. Positively vibrant, but remember, you may have a date with the young man with curly brown hair, but.. you... are... mine."
Breathing deeply, finding herself aroused and leaning her body into the heat of the man behind her, she moaned before regaining her equilibrium.
As she kicked out with her leg, aiming to connect with the body behind her she heard a groan and a bang as the man connected to the floor.
Turning around, Kirsty looked down to see the groaning form of her curly haired friend. "Oh my god, Dylan! I am so sorry. I thought you were someone else!" She apologised.
"Damn girl, who were you expecting?" He asked with a grunt.
"I- not you, I'm really sorry." She replied, blushing in embarrassment.
"It's fine, seriously. Are we still on for tonight?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair, nervously.
"Erm, I forgot to say, my dad needs me back earlier than I thought, tonight, something about having company over for dinner. I'm so sorry, rain check?" She stumbled over the words, not understanding why she was lying to her friend.
She watched as his face turned from nervous to hurt and disappointed but found that she didn't care. 'I did only say yes because he kept asking.' She thought to herself before once again apologising and beginning the walk to first period.
From the corner of the road, down by the side of the university, he smirked. 'Good' he thought. 'She knows he isn't worth her time.' Flashing a victory smile, he turned and walked away.
