Will keeps me gently pinned against the wall, holding my wrists above my head. His lips press firmly on mine, with a mix of tenderness and intensity that leaves me breathless. Feeling my response, he lets go of my wrists, his hand moving to the back of my neck. His fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head slightly. His lips brush over my ear, and I gasp softly, my breathing quickening.
With his other hand, he slips under my shirt, tracing a slow line along my back. In one smooth motion, he unhooks my bra, bringing a sense of relief as the tension eases. The way he does it so easily makes me feel both exposed and excited.
I held him tightly, pulling him closer. Each time his lips found just the right spot, warmth rushed through me, and I couldn't help but hold him even tighter and let out a quiet moan. Every kiss made me want him more, sending tingles across my skin.
His kisses trail down to my neck, warm and gentle. He takes off his shirt, then mine, letting them fall to the floor. My heart races as he pauses, looking at me with a soft, intense gaze that makes me feel both shy and excited.
"You're beautiful," he says quietly. Embarrassed, I cover myself with my hands, but I can't look away. "Don't stare too long," I murmur, smiling shyly. He laughs softly, easing the tension, land gently moves my hands aside, making me feel comfortable.
He kisses me again, starting at my lips, then moving slowly down to my neck and chest. He reaches my breast, gently nibbling and tugging at my nipple with his teeth. His hand softly squeezes my other breast, as if he's missed this feeling for a long time.
"Ahh… ahh…" I moaned, my breathing quickening as he sucked on my nipples. Now, he was moving back and forth between each one, giving them both attention.
I can't take the teasing any longer. My body aches with need, every touch making me want him more. I pull him closer, my voice barely a whisper. "I need you… now."
"Not yet," Will whispers in my ear, teasing me. He kisses his way down to my sensitive spot, sucking it hard, sending shivers through my body. One hand grips my waist while his fingers slide inside me, moving in and out, teasing me just right.
I can't help but moan, trying to cover my mouth to keep quiet. "Will… ahhh… I can't take it…" My breaths come faster as the pleasure builds. "I'm… I'm about to…
Will quickly moves down, taking me in his mouth just as I reach my climax. He drinks in every drop as I let go, my body shaking with pleasure. I feel completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by what he's doing to me.
"You taste so good," he whispers, his voice low and filled with desire. Suddenly, he lifts me off the ground and positions me against the wall. In one smooth motion, he thrusts deep inside me, filling me completely.
He begins to move quickly, his rhythm steady and urgent. I wrap my legs around him, holding him close as he carries me, supporting me from behind my knees. The sensation of him thrusting into me while I lean against the wall sends waves of pleasure throughout my body, and I can't help but moan at the intensity of it all.
"Oooohhh, Will," I moaned, the pressure building inside me. "I think I'm going to cum again."
"Just let it all out," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "I'm about to cum too. You feel so tight around me."
The way he said it made my heart race even more. Every thrust pushed us closer, and I could feel every part of him. It was overwhelming, and I knew we were both close to the edge, ready to lose ourselves completely.
"Here I go," Will said, his voice heavy with need. "Aaaaahhh," he moaned as he thrust into me, moving so fast that it made my head spin.
I wanted to tell him to hold back, to not release inside me, but it was too late. I was caught up in the moment, overwhelmed by the pleasure. His warmth filled me, and I could feel every pulse of him deep inside me.
"Shit," I thought, feeling both exhilarated and slightly worried. Will's release was so hot, and it sent waves of sensation through me. I felt him slow down, his thrusts becoming gentler as he came down from the high.
Once he finished, we both collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. Will wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He kissed my forehead softly, and in that moment, everything felt perfect, despite the whirlwind of emotions we just shared.
I could feel his heart beating fast as I leaned against his chest. It was a comforting sound, steady and strong. The warmth of his body made me feel safe, and I breathed in his scent, which was a mix of sweat and something that was just him.
"You satisfied me," he said with a big smile, his eyes bright with happiness. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"It's the same for me," I whispered, my voice soft. I felt a wave of sleepiness wash over me, making my eyelids heavy.
Will picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, and I felt the soft sheets beneath me. He climbed in next to me and pulled me close.
I could feel his warmth, which made me feel safe. I snuggled against him, resting my head on his chest. I listened to the steady beat of his heart, which was calming.
Will wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I felt him relax, and soon he was falling asleep.
Everything felt perfect. I closed my eyes and felt happy and peaceful, drifting off to sleep in his warm hug.
I woke up first and blinked my eyes open, feeling a bit groggy. When I looked at the clock on the nightstand, I was startled to see the time. "Oh no! It's already midnight!" I said, my heart racing. I suddenly remembered that my mom would be worried and probably mad at me for being out so late.
Will, still lying next to me, chuckled softly. "I'll send you home," he said, laughing at how surprised I looked.
"What's so funny?" I asked, a little annoyed. I quickly sat up and looked around for my clothes on the floor. I could barely see them in the dim light, but I spotted my shirt and pants.
I hurriedly grabbed my shirt, trying to pull it on over my head. I fumbled a bit, feeling the rush of panic as I tried to get dressed as fast as I could. I wanted to be ready before my mom started to worry too much.
Will watched me with a smile, clearly amused by my scramble. I could feel my cheeks getting warm with embarrassment, but I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to get home before my mom got too upset.
Finally, I found my pants and quickly put them on, feeling relieved to be getting ready. "I really have to go," I said, glancing at Will.
"I'll just put on my clothes too," Will said, still smiling at me.
"Make it fast, please!" I replied, feeling a bit irritated. I was in a hurry, and the whole time he had just been watching me get dressed instead of putting on his own clothes.
He chuckled and said, "You look cute when you pout like that."
I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't help a small smile creeping onto my face. Even though I was annoyed, there was something about his teasing that made it hard to stay mad. I glanced at him as he finally started to get up, grabbing his shirt from the floor.
While he put on his clothes, I took a deep breath to calm down. I was still worried about getting home late, but having him next to me made everything feel a little less stressful. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and ran a hand through his hair, and I couldn't help but think how nice he looked.
"Seriously, hurry up!" I urged, half-laughing now. I wanted to tease him back, but I still needed to get home quickly.
As we stood in front of my house, I felt nervous. The clock showed it was already 1 in the morning. I knew my mom would be worried.
"Goodnight, pouty," Will said with a smile, leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips.
I was surprised he had given me a nickname. "Good night," I whispered back, feeling my cheeks get warm. "See you tomorrow," I added quickly.
He smiled at me one last time before turning to go home. I watched him walk away, feeling happy but also nervous. I would remember this day forever. It was one of the most special times in my life, and I felt really close to him.
But then sadness hit me. I started to wonder if he really loved me too. Did he care about me, or did he just want me around? The thought made my heart feel heavy as I stood alone in front of my house, looking at the empty street where he had just walked away.