/Samantha/
He moved his head closer to mine and peered into my eyes as he said, "Samantha, no, not like this, it's your first time, it should be special." He said this in a low voice as he ran his hands over my body, slipping a hand in between my thighs and causing me to mutter his name.
He exerted a lot of pressure on my neck, which caused me to giggle and ask, "Did you just brand me?" I asked still giggling.
He laughed and began to say, "Just marking," but I cut him off before he could finish.
I responded by saying, "Making your territory, I know," to which he responded with laughter.
"Precisely," he said while sucking in the same region once more. I moved him under me and started sucking on his neck in retaliation before continuing to do so. I laughed and sucked harder before pulling back to have a look at it after he told me, "Do a good one, I want it to last." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was laughing as he said it.
"Perfect," I said as I gazed with admiration at the bright red love bite on his neck.
Again gently touching my breasts, he spoke the words, "Yeah, you are."
When I was on top of him and straddling him, I could feel his erection pressing against my opening. I was aching for him, and the need was almost as bad as the physical anguish it caused. I bit my lower lip and pressed down slightly on it, feeling the pressure that was being applied. I let out a gasp at the sensation, and he did as well.
He reached out and gripped my hips, and then he lifted me off of it with such ease as if I weighed no more than a feather. "NO! Please, call me Samantha "he said as he rolled me back under him one again. I was helpless to stop the flood of tears that came forth as he rejected me. I was aware that I would only be able to keep him for the night, and that he wouldn't even comply with my demands. God I am so foolish. I had a horrible, helpless, and unpleasant feeling.
I pressed his chest and muttered, "I think it's time for you to go," while I continued to cry.
"What? Why? Because I'm not going to have sexual relations with you? "He inquired while appearing perplexed. I nodded, and he scowled, appearing even more bewildered than before. He asked me with a hint of surprise, "You're ordering me to leave because I won't take advantage of you while you've been drinking and with your parents down the hall?"
I sobbed and pushed again on Henry's chest as I pleaded with him to get off of me while saying, "Henry, I implore you, please leave."
He shook his head and said, "I don't understand, please tell me what I truly done wrong," while pinning my hands down above my head and looking into my eyes. "I don't understand," he implored as he looked into my eyes.
I sobbed even louder as I told him, "You don't want me, so please just go, you're making me feel worse." He let out a gasp.
"Do you really believe that I don't want you? Is that what you're trying to say? "He inquired with an almost angry tone.
"I've just made myself available to you, but you declined my offer. I am aware that I will only have this one night with you, and that you have no interest in me; you will screw everything that moves, but not me "I sobbed my eyes out. He brought us both up into a sitting position while holding me on his lap like I was a child. He started by lifting my arms and wrapping them over his neck.
Samantha bear, of course I want you, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, but it's your first time, it should be special, in some posh hotel, not after having too many drinks at a party and having to be quiet in your bedroom because your parents are down the hall," he said while kissing my tears away and smoothing my hair back, he smiled at me tenderly. "It's your first time, it should be special, in some
It was so easy to believe when he was kissing me that I was the only female for him, that he loved me as I loved him, and that he wanted and needed me too. I kissed him with everything I had, and he moaned and kissed me back. I kissed him with all I had. After I had convinced myself that it was true, I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled it gently, causing him to groan once again. Oh my God, he had an amazing mouth for kissing.
Probably due to the fact that he is a player and has kissed hundreds of girls just like this, making each of them feel as though they were the only girl in the world when he did so. The notion caused a lump to form in my throat, but I swallowed it down fast because I didn't care; tonight, he was mine, and I was going to take full advantage of it.
It was a serious kiss; he truly meant this one; his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. He laid us back down, and I ran my hands down his chest while I was still kissing him. He kissed me back hungrily; it was a passionate kiss; he really meant this one. By the time he broke it, I was on the verge of passing out, and he and I were both gasping for air. I was still out of breath so I couldn't say anything so I just smiled and felt my insides dancing with happiness. He whispered, "I love you Samantha Jane Thomas," looking into my eyes.
He whispered, "This might take some time, but I want to kiss every square inch of your body," as he trailed gentle kisses across my forehead, across my eyes, nose, and cheeks. I chuckled as he softly nipped my earlobe. "I want to kiss every square inch of your body," he said. His hand had made its way back down between my legs, and he was softly rubbing me, making me moan while he was still planting little kisses round my neck and shoulders.
He was doing this while continuing to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. My entire body was aching with pleasure, and I could not contain my groaning and gasping for air.
As soon as he had finished kissing his way down to my breasts, I relaxed and started calling out his name. He rapidly kissed me, as if he wanted to keep all of my cries to himself, and then he quickly swallowed my cries.
I inhaled a breath of thanks as I ran my hands through his hair as he looked up at me and smiled.
"Samantha I'm not even close to being finished "After informing me of this, he then returned to his little kissing chore. I have to give him credit for being quite methodical; I don't believe he missed one inch. After he finished kissing down my body, it was my time. I finally got the opportunity to do what I had been thinking about doing earlier, so I ran my tongue over every inch of his chest while my hands explored his exquisite body. After that, it was his turn to kiss down my body.