I looked into his eyes for approval of my actions to find a hint of a smile played in his eyes. Embarrassed with what I had done I quickly covered my face and rubbed my eyes, replaying it in my head trying to figure out what motivated me to do that. What was I thinking? When in doubt kiss Zac? Ugh. “Do you always kiss random guys when you’re drunk?” he joked gently pulling my hands away to expose my bright red face, while I fought to keep it covered. “Actually, I think that’s why I usually avoid getting fuckerd if at all possible. I can’t believe I just did that. I swear I’m never drinking again,” I promised, looking up at his face to find him smiling. Of course he was getting joy out of my excruciatingly painful embarrassment. “You know, they say that if you do something when you’re drunk it’s usually because deep down you really wanted to, and being drunk is just a convenient excuse,” he explained as he continued holding both of my hands. “Nah,” I said shaking my head wildly avoiding his beaming eyes. “You don’t think so?” he asked lightly placing his left hand on my cheek, “So, if I did this,” he said taking a step closer, lowing lips to mine. They weren’t touching, but I could almost feel them, “you’d stop me?” I nodded my head madly up and down, feeling blood rush to my head. “Oh really?” he asked with his lips coming even closer to mine. I swallowed hard and tried nodding again, but before I could his lips had found mine. I wanted to stop him. Really, I did, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just as I was ready to melt he abruptly pulled away leaving me standing with my lips pursed, eyes closed, instantly missing the feeling of his lips against mine. “Feel free to stop me anytime.” After it was evident that I no longer hand any intentions of stopping him he quickly pressed his mouth back against my lips and slid his tongue in, circling mine. His hands found their way to the back of my head as he pressed harder with more passion than I expected. They started traveling down, his fingertips gliding over my breasts until they settled just below the hem of my shirt. His fingertips grazed the skin on my hips that was exposed sending a chill down my spine. They lingered there for a moment before he wrapped his arm around to my back and slowly laid me onto the bed, carefully guiding me the whole way without disconnecting his lips from mine. The rose petals jumped just a little from the impact, as I slowly scooted up the bed, luring him back with me. “I thought you were going to stop me,” he said with a sly smile playing on his face as he crawled on his hands and knees onto the bed. “Shut up,” I demanded as my head fell onto the pillow, pulling him on top of me. His body was heavy against mine as he laid on top of me kissing my mouth, and tangling his fingers in my hair. I gripped the bed with my fingertips as he pressed his jeans hard against mine, slowly rocking back and forth while his calloused hand slid under my shirt and ran along my bare stomach up to my bra. His hand cupped my breast and he moaned as I lightly sucked on his bottom lip. I returned the moan as his mouth traveled downward, leaving a trail of tingling heat down to my neck as he kissed my clavicle all the while gently groping my breast with his left hand. He returned to my mouth, kissing me one last time before he sat up, straddling me. He stared at me for a moment licking his bottom lip before I reached up and grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled him back down onto me. I rolled over and rolled him onto his back so I could straddle him, rocking my hips back and forth extracting loud moans from the pit of his stomach. His hands eagerly grasped the hem of my shirt. I pulled it up over my head exposing my bare stomach and bra and tossed it on the ground. My hands quickly found the button on my jeans and unfastened them as he sat up to continue kissing me as I breathlessly grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, our lips only disconnecting for a split second as the shirt went over his face. After a minute he tore his lips away from mine, and stared at me with look of pure amazement for a split second before he slid his arm around my back, and with one slick move my bra was unhooked and thrown off the bed. He laid back and admired my bare chest. “God I want you,” he whispered as he reached up and pulled me back down hard against him, our hot bodies colliding and skin smoothly gliding against each others. Our noses and mouths bumped, causing me to laugh, but he quickly pushed his index finger up to my lips to hush me. I lightly bit his finger and took it between my lips, watching his eyes flutter upward and finally shut as I ran my tongue up and down it, sucking lightly. He squirmed under me, pushing his jeans down, and kicked them off leaving him in nothing but his socks and boxers. I sat back up and ran my fingertip along his skin tracing the hem of his boxers, watching his face brighten with excitement. I could feel him harden as he jerked his hips under me. I bent back down and held my lips millimeters from his. “Are you sure?” I whispered as our lips met again. He groaned into my mouth and my hand slid down his chest to his stomach then under his boxers. He was hot to the touch. I threw myself onto my back on the bed next to him. I pulled at my jeans and kicked them off while he climbed on top of me. He grinded his hips against mine. He ran his fingertips down my stomach and slid my underwear down, letting his hand linger on my warm thigh for a moment while he wrapped his other arm tightly around me, lifting my face to his to kiss him. The next thing I knew his boxers had accompanied my underwear on the floor and he was hovering inches above me, breathing heavy, staring into my eyes for approval. “Positive?” I nodded and shut eyes as he lowered himself onto to me, covering me in the heat of passion. I gasped when he entered, filling me from inside with heat. He rocked back and forth as my hips started jerking. Slowly and rhythmically he thrust into me picking up speed. I arched my back and dug my nails into his back while I moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. I turned my head to the side to scream into a pillow. I was burning up as he was breathing quiet and smooth, focused on the task at hand. I wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him down into me. I needed him closer to me. “Harder” I demanded directly into his ear, biting my bottom lip. “Fuck” he groaned shutting his eyes as small beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “Don’t stop,” I plead as I reached up and grasped his face in my hands, kissing his with a passion that I didn’t know I possessed. I filled his mouth with my tongue to keep the screams from spilling out. Our skin was no longer smooth, but clammy and stuck together as he rocked. His cheeks were turning red and his body was starting to quiver. I could feel myself tingling as I was pushed closer and closer to the edge, feeling desperate for him. I was sure that if he stopped I would die. My heart pounded fast and faster, ready to bust out of my chest at any moment as he thrust harder and faster sensing my tensing body as I prepared for the climax. Every cell in my body exploded simultaneously, sending me over the edge, as I screamed out in pleasure. He sped up and jerked himself in and out with great force and speed before he collapsed on top of me, shaking and kissing my lips madly. He rolled over on top his back, pulling me toward him, resting my head on his chest to feel it pounding rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat off his forehead before kissing mine and shut his eyes. I think that’s when I passed out.
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