Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

jewel on and..." he gasped before imprisoning my mouth with such force that I thought I would fall if he didn't hold me tight.

I didn't understand anything. Whatever it was, that ardor that pervaded him, my God, I hoped it wouldn't vanish right now!

The doors opened and this time he took my hand instead of my arm and we started running towards our room.

Was it about to happen? Was I really going to sleep with him? Did I really want it?

"Don't be an idiot, you obviously want to," I replied to myself as I laughed about the situation.

As soon as Damian opened the door and entered, I had just enough time to take a few steps before I found myself against the wall. He pulled my dress up to my waist.

"What if someone comes?" I asked with the last glimmer of clarity.

"I don't care about anything. I just want it to happen here and now," he said before joining his mouth with mine. So I allowed myself the luxury of throwing away all my steadfastness.

These kisses are a drug!

His tongue made its way between my lips, devouring me, consuming me, making me pant uncontrollably.

He threw his jacket on the floor, not caring that it could be creased, as I struggled with the buttons of his shirt and kissed him frantically. I felt his fingers run along my legs up to my buttocks. He held me tightly against him. I felt the prominence of his bulging penis against my groin and moaned with pleasure.

I ran my fingers along his chest to his abs. Then I put my hand in his pants and stroked his penis.

"I want you," he whispered, moving away slightly and brushing his forehead against mine. "I want you now."

I understood that he needed it, not for me, not for him, but for what he had to endure. Somehow he had to vent.

"I know," I whispered close to his ear before sucking on his earlobe. And then I felt his fingers penetrate me without mercy.

"God!" I screamed, digging my nails into his back.

He took out a condom and brought it to his mouth to open the wrapper with his teeth and, before I was even aware of it, I brought my lips to his, while I was helping him to take off his pants and put on a condom.

He slipped his fingers out and I felt the pressure of his penis making space inside me, making me moan against his lips. When he sank it completely, we gasped together and perhaps, for the first time in my sad sex life, I felt truly whole.

With every movement he went deeper and deeper, making me savour a piece of heaven with every thrust in a crescendo of pleasure that seemed impossible and unsurpassable.

"I will die. I'm going to die of pure pleasure," I thought when, squeezing my buttocks tight, he literally impaled me against the wall. Finally I felt him explode inside me in a thousand sparks like an orgasmic firework.

"This is sex! All the rest is princess tales," I was able to think when I came to my senses again.

Chapter XII

I didn't think our first time would be like that, so primitive, with such a compelling need for each other. In the end, ladies and gentlemen, that's what it was: pure sex with no attached emotions.

"It seems that I really needed it," I said panting and smiling.

His laughter infected me and when he moved his face away from my neck, where it was hidden until that moment, I admired that youthful, cheeky face that bewitched me so much.

"You think I'm rude, don't you?" he said in a low voice with an ironic attitude.

"Of course," I admitted with the same tone.

"First I steal your planner, then I blackmail you, I persuade you to travel for almost 2,000 kilometers to go to another country, I convince you to become an accomplice of my lies. Besides, I take advantage of you by dragging you into a hotel room for a quickie instead of patiently waiting for the night", he continued with the same attitude.

"Indeed, Mr. Devoir, you have given a fairly eloquent description of the facts and I find you guilty. You will have to accomplish many commendable acts to partially compensate for all the harm you have done to this poor innocent person," I said, trying not to laugh.

"And what will my penance be?" he asked playfully as he traced the line of my waist with his hands right where my dress was rolled up.

"Your penance will be to pleasantly surprise me tonight."

"Surprise you? What kind of surprise? " he asked confused.

"I'll leave it to your free choice," I said with a toothy smile. I pushed him away from me so that I could put my feet back on the ground and adjust my dress.

"Then it must be something enchanting so that you may forgive me for all the sins I have committed."

When we left the room heading towards the place where the guests were, I had the feeling that something special was born between us: whatever it was, complicity or tacit agreement, my only certainty was that I had never felt such an affinity with a stranger like I did with Damian Devoir. And I liked it. His way of taking my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine, with strength, confidence and determination, confirmed it.

"That’s bad, little one, very bad. You and your little heart are getting into trouble," said the sane part of my mind that I immediately sent to hell.

Luckily the busty giraffe and that poor dupe – you had to be a real loser to get married to such a hypocritical woman – had vanished to probably pose for the coolest photo session that would end up in all magazines for