Aria's desire - Sex Stories

Aria's desire

... was spilt around my face, my blue eyes narrowed on his face. I could play it cool like I should have been doing from the start or I could stick with honesty. There was no reason for me to play it cool when I was here at all. If I didn’t care, if I wasn’t in love with him, then I wouldn’t be here in the first place and he knew it. My defence mechanism was attitude. It always has been, it always will be. “Well, you certainly aren’t screwing me so why wouldn’t you be screwing some willing club sluts? They are far less complicated.” A muscle in his cheek twitched. “Is that what you want? To screw?” “Do I want to screw you? Only every time I set my eyes on you, you asshole.” I didn’t miss or imagine the way that his eyes darkened. My cheeks were warm with anger and desire. In three huge strides, Colton was in front of me. His fingers wrapped around my arm and he half guided, half pulled me into a standing position. My heart beat was out of control, my body warm and tight. I lost the ability to breathe all together when he yanked me against his hard body and guided my jaw up so that I met his eye. Our chests were pressed together intimately, my nipples straining against the material of my t-shirt. I was so glad I hadn’t wasted time with a bra this morning. “I.” His lips dropped to a hover over mine. “Don’t.” Colt brushed his mouth across mine. “Want.” His lips pressed to mine for a second. “Anyone.” His arm slipped around my lower back. “But you.” Finally he slanted his mouth ...

... across mine properly. My fingers found my way across his hard, warm chest and over his shoulders, into his hair and I kissed him back with sweet abandon. His tongue slid into my mouth and the back of my knees hit the edge of the couch. Colt twisted us around so he sat on the soft couch and pulled me onto his lap, our lips never parting for a second. I moaned as my aching pussy, concealed by jean shorts and underwear, came into contact with his impressive erection. My body was on fire and I didn’t know what I would do if he changed his mind and slowed things down. Wanting me wasn’t the problem but he knew that there was a point of no return and that was probably sex and that after that line was crossed, he would have to man up and finally make up his mind. I leaned back a little and our hands bumped as we both reached for the hem of my t-shirt. Colt slid me back even further on his lap and kissed up my stomach as he lifted my t-shirt. He groaned sensuously when he realised that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared at me B-cup boobs and pink nipples for a short moment before leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his wicked mouth. I cried out at the warmth of his mouth and the textured lick of his tongue, not expecting the suddenness of his actions. My immediate response was to grip his cock through his football shorts. I gasped when Colt stood up, lifting us both off the lounge. My mouth went dry when he yanked his football shorts down. His erection was long, thick and ...