Fuck this is bad. If both of us have no control over ourselves there is no way we're getting out of this library without fucking. I pull my head back trying to come up for air and sense. She might be tiny but she is fierce as fuck. She lowers her leg and I expect her to tell me to go do something unkind to myself. She uses my momentary lapse in judgment, and focus, to push me away from her and I let her.
With her hand on my stomach pushing me, I go back until both of us are well away from the bookcase. I don't see the couch until it's too late and it hits the back of my knees causing me to lose my balance. I land with an oomph on the cushions but what knocks my breath out of my lungs is Kat.
She straddles me climbing over the arm of the couch to do it. Those dark eyes narrowing as she looks down at me.
"You got me on my back, Kitten. Now, what are you going to do with me?"
Anger and fire snap in her eyes as she leans forward I expect her to go for my lips or my neck. I expect her to lick or nibble up the side until she comes to my mouth. I never get what I expect with Kat. She is unpredictable to me. When she bends her head down I don't expect her to bite again. Not after warning her twice about what is going to happen if she does. But her white teeth sink into the flesh right above my right nipple and all I see is lust drenched red.
I growl at her as my hand comes up to her head to press her closer. "If you're going to bite me you better make it good, Kitten." She latches on again, I'm going to carry the bruise of her teeth with me tomorrow.
She never pulled her shirt down so her big soft tits are swaying with each move I make. And I'm making a lot of moves. I grind against her soaked shorts until both of us are breathing hard. I roll so that both of us fall off the couch and I land on top of her. As soon as her back is on the floor my head is dipped down low enough that I can lick and suck her hard nipples into my mouth and roll them around like candy.
She moans and arches her back, offering more of herself to me. Her legs are around my waist hugging my hips. Every thrust forward I am met with another squeeze of her sweet thighs. Leaning back on my knees I look down at the woman who owns me, her blonde hair fanned out around us and her dark eyes glowing. Fuck I need to think things through with her. I cannot fuck her on the rug on the floor - as much as I want to.
"We have to stop, Kat. I can't..."
She stares at my face trying to read me. Her thighs open and her legs drop to the floor. So many emotions are crossing her face that I can't keep them all straight. Rejection, sadness, anger are just a few I can label in the first few seconds after I tell her we can't fuck here.
I'm about to open my mouth to tell her we could possibly take it upstairs if she is really quiet and doesn't wake the entire house. I want my mouth on the warm, wet folds I only briefly saw earlier.
"It's okay," she stops me from saying anything. Her voice is tight and I know the emotion she's picked to go with. She stands up in front of me and all I want to do is rip those tiny shorts off of her and eat her tight little cunt. I don't want to leave this angel hurting but when I open my mouth to tell her I will make it so she doesn't ache anymore I am stopped once again. "I understand. I do. Men your age have issues..."
My eyes widen and if I wasn't close to the ground I would be after what she just said. She might be saying that to goad me into giving her what she wants but fuck if I can let it go. She just took the whole biting thing to the next level. If she isn't biting, she's talking shit with those pretty kiss swollen lips. This girl is going to have to learn to watch her beautiful mouth around me. And there is no better time to teach her that than now.
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Kat
I shouldn't have said what I said but I'm so mad. I haven't been this mad in a long, long time. Maybe ever. I can guess why he wanted to stop. I saw the look of utter terror when he found out this morning that I wasn't an experienced woman like he first thought I was. Fuck him. He's not the first to not want anything to do with me after they find out.
Apparently virgins take 'too much effort' for some men. Men like Ivan. I was really sad at first but he didn't really treat me any differently. Hell, he almost fucked me in the motel room this morning. It didn't seem to be a factor for him then when he was humping my leg like a dog who failed his training classes.
When he caged me in with his arms I thought he didn't give a shit anymore about my state of sexual experience, or my lack of it. It seemed like he wanted to take whatever the hell was going on with us to the next level. I crawled on him expecting to end my night a sweaty, sperm drenched mess with both of us bleeding and bitten and ready to do it again after recovery time. His mouth on me is like nothing I have ever experienced. I didn't know having my nipples played with could feel so fucking good.
I make sure the couch is in between us when I turn back to him. He might not want to fuck me but someone will and I've held back too long. If some badass killing machine like Ivan wanted me before he found out how complicated things are then someone else will too. And when they do at least now I understand what I like. Well, I at least realize my breasts are sensitive and it feels amazing to have them played with and sucked.
Thinking about what he did makes heat bloom in my cheeks but I'll be damned if I let him make me feel bad for any of this. This is his fault, all the way. It isn't like he didn't know before we started. Although let me tell you when I am with the next guy I am keeping my big mouth shut about anything virginal. He'll just have to be surprised when it happens.
Ivan's still sitting on the ground with his mouth open when I turn back. I want him to realize I plan to find someone who will fuck me better than he could. Probably.
"I get why you don't want to have sex with me. I've heard it all before so you can save it."
"Heard what all before?" his voice comes out laced with something lethal like the old Ivan. He'll recover from my slight poke at his ability to get it up.
"Virgins are complicated, they expect more, and you have to go sooo slow with them. And the always popular 'you don't have any idea what you're doing so you can't make it good for me.' But that's okay. Because the next guy I start to fuck, I just won't tell and at least now, after you, I know what I want." I let my eyes slide down his body and the bitchy, catty side of me I try to hold back comes clawing forward, "and what I don't."
I turn away from him. I hear him in the floor doing his growly thing. It isn't going to make me turn back around. I'm almost to the door when he calls my name, my full name and not the cute little nickname he gave me. It's enough to make me turn around despite me telling myself not to.
"Kathryn," he waits until I meet his eyes with my own. His have gone cold and icy causing a shiver to run up and down my body. "There will never be a next guy. I told you before, Russians' don't share."