Free Crash Into You by Kels Barnholdt Page B

into mine with desire, with need and want. It’s a want I haven’t felt from him in so long, one I’ve craved and dreamed of for months and months. I try to return the look, try to let him know that I want to be there just as much in that moment, but I can’t describe the need.
    “What you went through, and how I’ve treated you… I’m so sorry…”
    I open my mouth to try and find words, but nothing comes out. I’m too busy looking at him, studying him. I don’t ever want to be far away from him again, I want him to stay this close to me forever. I stand on my tippy- toes, leaning into him, and a second later his mouth is on mine.
    The kiss is soft at first, but within seconds our mouths are widening, deepening with desire. I remember instantly how good his taste his, how his tongue inside my mouth felt, how his hands in my hair while he held my head into place was enough to drive me crazy.
    He pushes me back onto the bed, never breaking the contact he has with my mouth. I feel the fire starting to deepen in my soul, the hotness of his touch washing over me, filling every crack of desire I had for him in the past months.
    I grip my hands around the back of his neck tighter, not wanting to ever let him go again, our kisses are hungry now, not letting the other get any sort of breath in. I part my legs, allowing his body to settle in between me, not planning on letting him go any time soon.
    He’s kissing my neck now, and I can feel my breathing starting to get heavy, the moans that burn in my throat coming out in every which direction. He’s sucking, teasing me, making me to feel like I might explode if I don’t get more. One of his hands is lower now, rubbing me through my pants, I can feel my wetness starting to soak through my panties, driving me crazy.
    “Nathan,” I moan in his ear, barely being able to control myself.
    He pops the button on my jeans easily, slipping his hand inside of them, starting to rub me through my wet panties. His eyes are on me, watching my face for my reaction. I bite my lip trying to hold back my moans. He groans in satisfaction and smoothers my lips with his again.
    I gasp into his mouth as he takes his hand out of my pants and slips it up the front of my shirt. Then his mouth is on my stomach, kissing from my belly button up toward the bottom of my bra. He pulls his sweatshirt and my shirt over the top of my head in one swift motion, tossing them on the floor. Then his lips are back on my skin without missing a beat, this time kissing my cleavage slowly. He slips one of my breasts out of my bra and I feel like I’m about to explode before he ever starts sucking on it. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on it at first, smothering it with kisses, but then he starts kissing it more aggressive, more hungry and lustfully.
    “Nathan,” I gasp.
    He looks up, searching my eyes for direction, then reaches his hands around my back and unsnaps my bra, pulling it off, and adding it to my growing pile of clothes on the floor. He goes to work on my nipples again, and I run my hands through his hair, barely able to control my excitement.
    With all the strength I have, I pull his head away from my boobs and yank at his shirt, begging for it to come off. He obeys, revealing a flat and tan stomach with abs for days. I feel the hotness between my legs heat up at the sight of his perfection. I take in his stomach, searching his perfect body, and he does the same to me.
    He reaches down, pushing the hair out of my face softly. “You are so beautiful.”
    I grab him, pulling his lips on mine again, not trusting myself to talk. The kisses are filled with passion and want, no control, no rules, just pure lust and obsession.
    I feel his hand inside my jeans again, this time he goes right inside my panties, not wasting any time. He rubs me on the outside slowly for a few seconds, teasing me until I let out a pleading noise into him, then he slowly sticks his finger inside of me.