Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number (NSFW version) --accepting.
Both shirtless and both very breathless from all the kissing, Chris sat up between her legs and watched as her chest heaved up and down from the breathing. He wanted to savor this moment, he wanted to keep this image in mind, but more importantly he wanted to make her moan his name, but before any of that, he wanted to make sure she was alright with it. It was silly to think she wouldn’t be considering they had gotten past the touching and stripping, but he didn’t want to rush things or ruin things for that matter if she wanted to stop.
She hadnt’ stopped him, nor had she pushed him away and that was the sign he needed before continuing. In a quick moment he unbuttoned her jeans before pulling it down. With her jeans discarded to the side, he trailed her fingers along her legs and noted how soft her skin was. He would have told her how perfect she was if it hadn’t been her impatient moan that snapped him from his own thoughts. A grin played across his lips before he leaned down to place kisses on her stomach.Â
His lips trailed down to her hips, teasing her with the soft kisses, before nipping at her skin lightly with his teeth. He could smell her arousal and he wanted nothing more than to take her then and there, but not yet. It’d be too fast, too rushed, and that’s the last thing he wanted. He wanted to take his time, and as he began sucking on her hips, he made sure it would leave a mark, just for her to see if she ever undressed or took a shower. Maybe even a part of him hoped that if anyoen else were to see her naked, they would know that she had been marked by someone else. That she belonged to him.Â
The thought was selfish, but he’d be lying if he admitted that he didn’t care. He trailed his lips across her stomach towards her hips, leaving the same trail of kisses there---
And just like that a book was slammed onto the desk causing him to wake up. The faculty lounge had been quiet and empty so to see that someone had rudely entered only to wake him up, he had to pull his chair in, only to cover the obvious boner peeking from his own pants. He cleared his throat, and tried to shake his thoughts of what he was thinking--dreaming about, to collect himself before heading home for a day and getting in his bath for a cold shower.
