I Hate Your Confidence - Sex Stories

I Hate Your Confidence

... for me, too. It's the sweetest scent I've ever tasted." There was so much poise in her words, tormenting me. She wasn't stuttering or hesitant, while my lips were betraying me.

I felt like I had been captured by a predator. I could neither move nor ask her to free me. Not that I wanted to. But I wished to be the one who held her like that.

My heart was thumping so rapidly inside my chest, that I felt I was carrying a rock inside while her heartbeat on my back was serene, like normal. It wasn't fair that only I was surrendering my senses.

"But then I'm not sure if the sweet scent will suit me." She whispered into my ear and slithered her hands from my waist to my chest, like a snake climbing upon me, allowing me to feel the burn of her palms even through my clothes.

"Do you think it will suit me?" Her lips which had asked me a question did not allow me to respond as they started kissing the nape of my neck, prompting my body to shrink even more in her grasp. My clothes were becoming uncomfortable for me.

The heat crept up to my body, deluding my head. Her lips were tender, slithering near my jaw. Just as when my body started melting even more, she halted and grasped my face towards her.

I wasn't ready to face her at all. I knew I could not keep my eyes on hers. I knew wasn't able to hide my flushing face and I think she knew it too. That's why she did that.

"Tell me, does it suit me?" She asked once again and spun my body more aligned towards her eyes, ...

... my legs falling from the side of her thighs. I felt like a child to be handled like that.

"Do you think I suit you?" Even though I had turned into a mess, I was not ready to let go of my wanting to be in charge. That is why I asked such a question, hustling within myself to keep my gaze intact on hers.

Her lips curled to my words, and a snicker followed as she suddenly grasped my face and planted her lips against mine, making me freeze with my eyes wide open. That was our first kiss.

But if we look at our situation thoroughly, it was the first time everything that was happening between us.

"Why are you making that face?" She asked with a smile, as she removed her lips from mine after a little peck while the feeling of being beaten up coursed through my nerves.

I was trying so hard to prove myself and there she was, proving me wrong with just a peck. I felt as if I had failed an exam I had been studying for so long. I felt so hindered.

"Baby? What's wrong?" She was still sneering, even though she was asking me that damn question. I could not tell her what I was feeling. It would make me look stupid and admiringly because of my struggling mind, I ended up saying something more stupid. "I hate your confidence."

I probably sounded like a child who did not get his favorite candy which made her snicker even more.

Hearing her snicker flustered me incredibly, and I stood up, ready to dash into the washroom, when suddenly she grasped my wrist from leaving and ...