The first time you make out with him - because the first time you kissed him it was a soft chaste kiss, followed by a few kisses that were still very U rated. Even that had left you both giddy and shaking. So the first time you made out with him, you are desperate for more of him. You wrap your arms around his lean, muscular neck and pull him closer to you. You’re gasping for his mouth when he pulls away gently.
Before you wonder what is happening he pulls your top untucking it. His large hands on your hip is unexpectedly hot and it has you focusing on only his hands.
He caresses your waist as though your skin was precious silk and to him that’s what it feels like. Your breath is now hot and heavy. You want him to touch you. You can feel him moving to the front of your body, inching up from your waist.
You look into his eyes right then and he gives you the softest smile, mouthing ‘May I?’, you nod quickly in reply, unable to wait even a second longer.
His hand engulfs your breast, squeezing ever so gently. You’re thankful your undershirt is thin because he can feel your nipple harden underneath his fingers and he can flick it with his thumb.
You’re wriggling under him already when he bends down and licks your nipple over the clothing. You could go crazy. You were going crazy! He puts his mouth over your covered nipple and sucks on it. You are tugging on his hair, bucking, looking for more. He does the same to the other side till there are two lewd circular marks on your clothing.
He pulls away to admire his work when you plant your face on his and kiss him like there is no tomorrow. You’re pulling your top off, climbing on top of him when there is a sudden knock on the door.
Fuck. You both hold your breaths, hoping they leave but you realise your mates saw you go into your room.
‘Special training in two minutes, come to the main gate’ they shout and you can hear them leave.
You have two minutes, you think to yourself, before you peel off your top and get back to it.
