The guy appeared to not know where to start. I could tell he was appreciative of my body by the way he moved my clothes about trying to get to my skin and then kissing at it hungrily. It was frustrating in a way, and I writhed under him trying to encourage him to focus on one spot. I heard that deep laugh of his – definitely sexy, but annoying that I couldn't work out whose it was.
"Either take them off or get off me" I said referring to my clothes, frustrated at his almost childlike excitement to be touching me up. The guy laughed again, so I decided to take the action into my own hands.
Reaching blindly out with my hands, I felt up his body until I felt his hair. Then, rather viciously, I pulled his face down to mine and began to hungrily kiss his face trying to work out where his lips were. He must have appreciated my hunger for him, as he eagerly pressed his lips against mine and laughing at my lustfulness began to earnestly kiss me.
I could feel his hand begin to pull at the side of my top, so I lifted both arms up allowing him to pull it up over my head. We hadn't broken the kiss, apart for the brief moment when the top covered my face. He was like an animal. Wild. Hungry for me. And I could feel myself reaction to him in the same way. It was strange. But so sexy that he wanted me so badly.
!
I had almost forgotten that I was meant to be working out who it was! Just… he was moving at such a speed… one second he was kissing me, then he was kissing my neck, and then fondling my breast… I could barely keep up with all the different sensations, let alone stop to think!
I felt him pull me up on to his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel his excitement pulsing through his trousers; it made me all the more lustful.
"Who are you?" I whispered breathlessly.
The guy laughed again.
"Haven't you worked it out yet?" I could hear from his voice that he was grinning from ear to ear.
I smiled back.
I know who it was.
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Author's Notes: Please read and review. Have you worked out who it is?