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up…not even a little bit. “I don’t usually do this, either.”
    Before I could respond, he’d dipped his
head down and our lips connected. He kissed me, tentatively at first, like he
was waiting for me to pull away, or slap him. I didn’t do either.
    The feel of his lips as they brushed
across mine sent little jolts of electricity through me and started a fire in
my belly. I did just the opposite of pulling away—I leaned into it and kissed
him back. His lips were soft and full and tasted like sweet alcohol. I wanted
more.
    I let my lips fall open and I felt his
tongue begin to probe my mouth. He tasted and licked and even sucked on my
tongue as I melted into him. His strong arms were the only thing holding me up
as my already woozy head became intoxicated by the touch and smell and taste of
him.
    When he pulled back to catch his breath
and he looked at my face, I could see another chance for me to protest in his
eyes. I knew that I should. But I didn’t want to. I wanted him. I’d never felt
the kind of passion and need swelling up inside of me that I felt that night.
    I moved back towards him, and this time
when our lips met, there was nothing at all tentative about it. This was a hot,
passionate kiss.
    His hands were no longer content to sit
chastely on my waist. They were roaming the curves of my body causing me to
quiver all over. I wanted to feel them on my bare skin.
    I wanted to feel him. I briefly wondered
if I should tell him that I was a virgin, but as his hands covered my breasts
and his fingers began to massage my nipples through my shirt, all rational
thought became a thing of the past. The decision to walk out of there without
my virginity was as good as cemented.
    He ran his hands up to my face and cupped
it. Then he pulled out of the kiss and drew his thumb across my lips, tracing
the outline. It was intimate and sweet and they parted again of their own
accord, a desperate sign of my desire.
    I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't
do this; I’ve never done this. I was just winging it. My body was driving me at
that point. It was instinct.
    He actually wimpered when I took his thumb
between my lips. I brought my hand up and pressed the rest of his fingers to my
lips and starting with the little one, I pressed each slowly against my mouth
and kissed it, letting my mouth fall open a bit more with each one. He was
watching me in a drunken state of awe, silent.
    When I finished with his fingers, I
pressed his open palm to my lips and drew them down to his wrist. I drew my
tongue down along his arm and he moaned. His head dropped back and closed his
eyes. I was encouraged, so I kept going. I licked back up the hard muscle of
his arm until I reached his hand again. I took his index finger into my mouth
and I sucked on it and then bit down very gently. His chest was heaving against
me as I gave his wrist one last kiss and let go. He opened his eyes and locked
them into mine.
    “Dear God…” It was said in a reverent
whisper, and it caused my entire body to convulse. I had my hands pressed into
his hard chest now, and he was still staring at me. His eyes were a mixture of
lust, desire, and something else that I couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe it was
because I was drunk…maybe because I knew I would regret it myself…but he looked
a little bit guilty.
    I fleetingly wondered if he was married,
but the thought was gone as he pulled me into him again and kissed me hungrily.
Kissed may not even be the right word. It was more like possession. He
possessed my mouth and devoured it as I willingly gave myself over to him.
    I boldly slid my hands underneath his
t-shirt as we kissed and slowly moved it up his body. When it got to his arms,
he broke the kiss to pull it off over his head. The light from the moon was
shining in through the window, and he looked like he should be posing for the
cover of a romance novel.
    His body was the most beautiful thing I’d
ever seen. Every muscle was hard and defined,