Steve Comes Closer

Before you could react, Steve closed the distance between you in two long strides. His rough and warm hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks in a way that made your stomach twist. His breath smelled faintly of mint and cigarettes as he tilted your chin up. The kiss was sudden, possessive, his lips pressing hard against yours before parting slightly, insistent. Your pulse hammered in your throat as his tongue slid against your bottom lip, demanding entry.

You stiffened, hands hovering uselessly at your sides. Your body moved before your mind could protest, muscle memory that wasn’t yours arching you into him, lips parting with a soft gasp as his tongue claimed your mouth. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make your knees weak. A moan vibrated in your throat, high and unfamiliar, as his other hand slid down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel every inch of him, hardening, hot and heavy against your thigh, and your traitorous body pressed closer, hips rolling instinctively.

Steve pulled back, his dark eyes gleaming. "Do that thing you did last night," he murmured, thumb dragging across your swollen lower lip. Your borrowed body trembled, as his calloused palm slid beneath the pink fabric. A gasp escaped when he pinched your nipple, the sharp pleasure-pain making your knees buckle. "C'mon, baby," he coaxed, biting your earlobe as his other hand shoved the shirt up, exposing your breasts, your girlfriends breasts, to the cool air.

Steve’s lips left a hot trail down your neck before closing hungrily around one nipple, his tongue swirling in slow, wet circles that sent jolts of electricity straight between your legs.

He groaned against your skin, his breath scorching. "Like this" His teeth grazed the peak, making you whimper, while his free hand slid down to palm you through the thin fabric of your panties. It dawned on you what he meant, he wanted you to use your tongue like this... but not on his nipples.Steve’s mouth crashed back onto yours, his tongue pushing deep as his calloused fingers wrapped around your wrist. He guided your trembling hand downward until your palm met the hot, velvety steel of his cock. A groan vibrated against your lips as he thrust shallowly into your grip, his precome slicking your fingers.

"Just like that," he panted, biting your lower lip as his hips jerked, his cock twitching in your hand as you instinctively tightened your grip. You couldn't beliebve you were in this situation, but you still weren't convinced it wasn't a dream... perhaps you should let it take it's course...