Scared

Here’s my chance…

I could practically feel her melting in my hands. In minutes she’d be willing to do anything as long as I keep kissing her like this.

She was still nervous too though. Always nervous, always cautious. I needed to calm her down first because if not, this would never work. I was beginning to get tired of standing so I swept her off her feet and carried her to my bed. This might have made things worse.

She was slightly laughing but her eyes were hard, protective. “Scared you, did I?” I taunted playfully against her cheek and she shook her head, clearly lying.

“I’m fine,” she lied out loud. I could hear it in her voice. Feel it in her movements. I needed to get her past this innocent nervousness otherwise I’ll be getting nothing tonight.

Of course he’s scaring me. Just the thought of being off my feet and in his arms is sweet and sexy yet … scary all the same. I don’t like being off the ground, especially not in the arms of a strong senior. Ironic I know. But the idea that he could just pick me up in seconds made me more nervous than I already was. And he knew it. I knew he knew it because he wasn’t trying much.

Yet.

“Just calm down,” I whispered, kissing her lips softly. I didn’t want to rush her … but as much as I don’t want to admit it, I was getting a little impatient.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind I pressed my lips to hers a little harder. She didn’t protest so I kept going. Little by little I eased a hand on her hip in there, a brush across her breast and she didn’t protest. She didn’t seem any less nervous but I feel like that’s unavoidable and something I just can’t get rid of.

Come to think of it, when I actually was in her pants she was practically hyperventilating. I chuckle at the thought and she pulls away quickly.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” I reassured her, silencing her with my lips. Slowly, her heart returns to normal and she kisses me back. Maybe around ten more minutes pass and I get bored again. My hand slides up her bare back and my fingers play with her lacy bra.

I almost want to laugh at the feel of fabric. She doesn’t seem like that type of girl at all. But maybe she wore it purposely for me … and maybe she has matching underwear …

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