Page 82 of Until He Confesses

Ihad to admit that I loved watching the expressions on her face. She must have tried to hide the way she felt, but she was truly failing, and it had always been the case. Perhaps others couldn't notice, but it was quite clear to me, and so sometimes I couldn't help but make certain comments just to see how she would react.

This time, not wanting to kiss her was a consideration that I had because the fact of the matter was that she affected me more than I would ever admit. However, she didn’t need to know this, so perhaps those would be an effective way of setting a barrier against her or simply just torturing her.

She seemed amused at first by the request, and then she nodded.

“Um... I don't know. That might make me feel like a… um…”

I didn't respond and waited for her to reach a resolution by herself.

“Isn’t this supposed to be intimate?” she asked, and I shrugged.

“I just want your body,” I told her. “I don't care if it's intimate or not.”

At her even further confused look, I couldn't help my smile so I moved and returned to the kitchen.

I picked up the bottle of wine once again and poured myself another glass. I thought of doing the same for her, but decided against it, more than willing to give her the distance that she was asking for. I took my seat and waited for her to arrive, and as she did, she watched me. To be honest, I enjoyed these moments of banter and conversation almost as much as I loved fucking her. So even though I was truly exhausted and wanted to go to bed, I couldn’t help but allow myself to relish this a bit more.

“Can I have some wine?” she asked, and I glanced at the glass I had brought for her. I didn't say a word, but the point was made. She came toward me, and then she settled between my thighs. I loved how comfortable this was, even though I knew she was probably not as comfortable as she seemed. I also loved how casual she looked, in just a hoodie and jeans, and white sneakers.

It was rare that the few people that visited me dressed in this way, but with her, it was preferable. She wasn't even trying to be seductive, and yet I was already hard. I wanted to kiss her now, I realized, and so to distract myself, I took another sip of my wine.

What I found, just as I set my glass down, was that she gently held my chin, and then she turned my face to stare into her eyes.

She leaned forward, and I knew exactly what she was about to do. But I couldn’t stop it. I wanted to anyway, and so when her lips connected with mine and she tasted the wine within, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. I had missed this, I had realized, so deeply. She kissed me, and I felt some liquid rolling down the side of my chin. She took her time with the kiss and then ran the top of her tongue slowly down my skin. Afterward, she leaned slightly away to look into my eyes, and I shook my head.

"I can't have sex with you without kissing you," she said.

I shook my head, got up, and led her over to the counter. My hands settled on her waist, while hers went around my shoulders as my head slanted, and I kissed her. It was late, the room was warm, and the silence was soothing. It was exactly where I wanted to be, and she was the person I wanted to be with, so I felt incredibly content. Especially when she broke away from the kiss, turned around, and pressed her frame against my front.

"I love this," she said, as the roughness of her clothes grazed against me. I was rock hard, and my cock pressed against her ass as she lowered her head backward to settle on my shoulder. My hand went to the button on her jeans, and in no time, I had the access that I needed. She writhed against me, pleasure filling every crevice of her body, as my hand slipped into her panties. I grabbed her mound, and she gasped into my neck at the pressure. I made sure to pay attention to the swollen bud in the middle, and it soon made her restless. I kept stroking, loving the warm, wet release that covered my hands as a result.

I wanted my mouth on her, I decided, so after managing to loosen her arms from around me, I lifted her and set her down on the counter. She immediately held my face, and I gave in to the kiss. For a few minutes, I completely lost myself in it, as our tongues stroked languidly against each other's. And truly, I was even more sure now than I had been when we were younger, that I could do this for hours.

The longest I can remember that we had kissed was the time when she had been sick, and I had gone over to spend the evening with her. Her mom had been upset, saying that I was spoiling her and that she was fine. She was using every excuse she could muster to avoid attending her classes for the day. This was true; however, it wasn't because of her lack of interest but because she was on her period and felt quite uncomfortable. She was still very uncomfortable about saying this to her mom, but since we had become more intimate, I was able to pry it out of her.

After making her some warm tea and putting a hot water bottle on her stomach, I laid by her side, and things slowly escalated. At first, it had turned from a simple kiss from time to time as we talked, but then in no time, we couldn't exchange two words without kissing afterward.

When she brought up the challenge to see how long we could kiss, it was nothing short of amusing to me. I had no complaints, as any chance to kiss her was much appreciated and so we began.

However, it had promptly come to an end when we had been able, thankfully, to hear her mom coming up the stairs. We broke apart just before her mom knocked on the door, and we were immensely relieved after she had left.

She was perplexed that her daughter was comfortable with me but not with her in that regard and it’d made me feel warm. My focus then was to be a safe space for her, and it led to a depth of connection between us that I still hadn’t found with anyone else.

Sighing, I pulled down her pants more roughly than intended but she didn’t seem to mind. She spread her legs apart more than willing to have my mouth on her and her enthusiasm turned me on even further.

In no time her thong had been pushed to the side and my tongue inside her.

Her moans rang out into the room, and I deeply relished the sound of them. They were soft but desperate and I couldn’t get enough of listening. Her hands slipped into my hair grabbing it by the roots and I couldn’t help but slightly move away to watch her. My finger joined the assault and when my thrusts came rapidly and almost mercilessly her back arched away from the counter.

I didn’t want her to come, not yet. I wanted her to fall apart while I was sheathed deep inside her. As she recovered and tried to catch her breath, I set my cock free and stroked it between her folds. In no time I was completely coated in her cream and the sight was immaculate. I wished then that I could take her to a bed, but it was too far and I lifted her off the counter and found the nearest wall. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and in no time, I was sliding into her.

“Lucas,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders once again. She kissed me and I shut my eyes, savoring the absolutely blissful feeling of being sheathed in her.

Being connected so intimately with her in this way has always been one of my favorite things in the entire world. The fact that I was going to have access to this for the immediate future filled me with a kind of excitement that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

But it also made me patient because I knew that I had all the time in the world to get my fill of her. I held her, kissing the salt of the skin of her neck until I had one of her nipples in my mouth through her shirt. She needed more and thus she struggled until she could pull her shirt over her head. She flung the fabric away but wasn’t patient enough to take off her bra. Instead, she pulled out the full mounds and urged my head down to them.

Amused, I obliged just as hungry as she was, and as I feasted on them, I began to move inside her as well.