Kasien （Age 18） #3
My fingers brush the soft lace on her hip as my mouth moves up the other thigh, kissing, sucking lightly, losing myself in the way she trembles for me, tasting rain and heat and her.
Her skin is warm and smooth, and every time she exhales, it hits my ears like a dare.
“Kasien,” she whispers, and it’s not even a word, but more like something fragile breaking apart.
Her eyes fall half-lidded, lips parted, chest rising and falling way too fast. She looks ruined already, and I’ve barely touched her.
My control shreds in an instant. I press my mouth to her lower belly, kissing slower this time, dragging my lips across her skin like I’m mapping her, claiming her, tasting every place. She gasps, her fingers gripping the seat, knuckles white.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against her skin, even though I already know she won’t.
She shakes her head immediately, breathless.
“Don’t.”
I’m not able to stop the gentle bite here and there, licking the wetness of her skin, slipping one hand under her, holding her lower back to press her more to my lips. I take the strap of her bra down her shoulder with my teeth since my only free hand is holding me above her.
When it’s down enough to reveal just a piece of her breast, I can’t take it anymore and open the bra with one quick grip, taking it off her.
She gasps in my ears, like a little shock.
I want all of her, I can’t stop now.
I kiss her chest, driving my tongue along her curves while she sounds almost like she’s on the edge of shuddering underneath me. Her hand is sliding around the hem of my jeans again, her touch being so close to my lap sending electroshocks straight into my dick. I can’t stop my own groans.
She gets up on her elbows, pushing me backwards to sit down, so I follow her lead and she’s immediately on me, straddling me, almost naked, only in those white lacy panties I want to rip off.
She slides her hips onto my lap and I feel her whole weight on my dick, rocking on it like she wants to kill me.
Her pouty lips find my raging pulse, her tongue running over my skin as her hips are slightly moving, her warmth all around me. I sink my hand into her hair, gripping and pulling on it so I can devour her chest.
Her curves are making me downright feral. My other hand is grazing her inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, my thumb playing with the hem of her panties.
“I want to touch you,” I mutter against her collarbone, not really putting it like a question.
She freezes just for a millisecond before I slide my hand inside her underwear, immediately feeling how irresistibly soaked she is.
“Mhm,” I can’t stop the groan when I finally have her pussy in my hand like this.
She’s trusting me. She’s letting me.
And the way her body responds?
God help me.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I’ve never felt this fucking possessed.
I grip her waist with one hand and slide my middle finger into her, carefully, her wetness completely swallowing all my senses, her legs trembling against my lap.
She hisses into my ear and lifts her hips in reflex, then lowers back on my hand, giving herself to me. I grip her nape, slamming her lips to mine to shut myself up when I curl my finger inside her.
Her back arches and she starts riding my hand without hesitation now, the nervousness suddenly leaving her. She takes my other hand and guides it down to her belly.
I know what she wants, but I can’t help it. I grip the lacy thing on her ass and pull on it so hard and quick it tears, not fully. I pull again, more violently, and it’s gone.
“Kasien!” She squeals with a hint of sharpness.
And now she’s naked in my arms. And I can’t hold back a smirk playing on my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
I’m not.
Before she can protest or anything, I quickly dive into her mouth, sliding my thumb down her lower belly to her clit, touching it gently, finding the right pace for her.
She trembles under my touch, a soft, helpless sound breaking from her as her nails sink into my shoulders, only making everything else sharper.
“You’re so—fuck. You’re unreal,” I mumble against her neck, biting her skin just slightly, not to hurt but to leave a mark probably. My hand settles in the pace she likes, sliding one more finger inside her when she whimpers like a little kitten.
“You’re shaking,” I whisper through a smug half-smile.
Jesus, that’s just so beautiful.
“Kasien, I—” She presses her forehead to mine, her breath fast and shattered.
“Mhm,” I hum.
She freezes for a second, whimpers leaving her throat, then her head falls down on my shoulder and her body is melting, collapsing in my arms.
I’ve never felt anything this intense. The way she responds to me, her pussy tightening, pulling me deeper, makes it almost impossible to think. I close my eyes, pressing my mouth to her neck to keep the sound in, to keep myself from completely losing it.
Her body is suddenly relaxing in my arms, collapsing on me, her hands almost limp and her head barely holding on her neck as it falls on my chest. I slowly take my fingers out of her.
I want to taste her. I fucking want to. I want to suck my fingers off and then drink the rest.
Instead, I take her waist and slowly lie her down on her back, caging her with my hands as I put kisses on her forehead, on her cheeks, everywhere, hovering above her.
Her lips are swollen, lush, red spots are covering her neck and her hair is falling around her like a dark wavy veil crowning her beauty.
I can’t hold in the smile as I see her looking at me, lost a little. She lifts her hand and grazes my bruises again, trailing her finger on my face like she’s trying to carve it into her memory.
Our breathing calms down slowly, leaving us in heavy but beautiful silence. Moonlight is lighting up the inside of the car, reflecting on her skin.
I can’t believe she’s here with me.
“Did you really just tear my underwear?” She looks at me, pissed but still smiling. I think that’s my favorite kind of smile she has, with those pouty lips.
I let my head fall to her chest in surrender, mumbling against her skin. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“No, I’m not,” I admit.
Her chest shakes with a quiet laugh.
We stay like that for a moment, her fingers absently threading through my hair.
I remember the gym bag in the trunk and reach over the back seat, pulling out a clean hoodie. As soon as she slips it on, I draw her back onto my lap, needing her close, needing to look at her.
Her fingers drift over my bare chest, slow and curious, tracing downward, circling the bruises, following the lines of my tattoos like she’s trying to memorize them.
I close my eyes, trying to steady myself, but it’s useless. Not with her like this.
Her touch lingers, then shifts lower, hesitant now, her fingers catching on the hem of my jeans. I move before she can go any further, catching her wrist. She stills, confusion flickering across her face, but she doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t ask.
The fear of my own head betraying me and ruining this is stronger than anything else.
So instead, she settles against me, her head resting in the curve of my neck. Her fingers find mine, lacing together, her thumbs brushing slowly over the scars like she’s trying to understand them.
The rain settles as we cuddle like this in the quiet thuds of it hitting the car.
I never imagined I could have something like this.
I’m so fucking happy right now.