Yo-de-ho! Here y'all go, chapter 3 :)
Just had a little bit of an annoyance when the internet decided it wanted to have a ten minute break for no reason at all- but then it realised it was frustrating people and it chose to return to work :) So now I can upload chapter threeeeeeee!
Hope you like this- had fun writing it (probably most M-rated scene I've ever written... so far...) So yeah... enjoyyyy :)
Might be a little short, but the next one is longer and and I think its best to split it this way :) Chapter 4 up in a sec :)
He leans over to me, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me softly. Just as I feel him starting to pull away, I rest my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back. He doesn't fight. I daringly part my lips slightly, hoping he will do the same- he may not catch on to exactly what I want, but I'll keep him on the right track. He eventually opens his lips as well, his hot breath entering my mouth. He moans at the back of his throat. I'm surprised when he gently traces my bottom lip with his tongue- I respond, touching my tongue to his quickly, then pulling back- but he follows, exploring my mouth- I tangle my tongue with his, wanting more of him.
I pull back as he undoes his seatbelt, so he can get closer to me. It is uncomfortable leaning over the gear stick and the handbrake, and so before I continue kissing him, I struggle and squeeze myself into the back seat. He looks at me as if asking a question through his eyes. I lean forward and pull him towards me, and he takes the message and struggles through the gap so he is sitting next to me. He immediately comes forward to continue our kiss, one hand on my cheek and one on my waist. My hands are knotted in his hair.
I lean back, lying down, and he follows without breaking our lips apart, so he is resting on top of me. The hand resting on the side of my neck moves down my body, his fingers just missing my breast. He keeps moving, past my waist, down to my thigh. I stop kissing him and look at him, his face still close to mine. We are both breathing quite heavily. His hand has stopped just at the hem of my skirt, waiting for my permission.
'It's fine, just do it,' I breathe.
'Are you sure?' he replies, a slight hint of nervousness in his voice.
'Yes,' is all I say.
So he does. He moves his hand up my skirt. He lightly kisses me as he starts, and I gasp with pleasure. It's weird, feeling uncomfortable, but wonderful at the same time. I groan, and he keeps silencing it with soft kisses. I whisper his name in his ear a few times, and he plants kisses down my neck, whispering, 'It's ok,' back to me.
Eventually he stops, and resumes kissing me, our tongues now fighting against each other, my arms around his neck. We continue like this for what seems hours, but sometime we stop, and sit up. I neaten my hair, and I give him a slow, soft kiss on his jaw. He tenderly kisses me one last time, and then I get out of the car, not having to say anything. As I walk up my garden path, I turn around to see him getting back into the front seat via the door, and turning on his headlights. I wave when he looks at me. He smiles back, and whizzes off into the night.
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