How to Liv by Megan Keith Page A

moved down to my right one, kissing me through my thin cotton dress.
    He moved his body down ever so slightly and pressed into me, his erection still above where I needed it to be.  I tried to move but was unable to get close enough to get the friction where I wanted it.  He had me pinned with his thick, solid thighs and my feet were barely touching the carpet on the side of the bed, I couldn’t get any leverage with the only the tips of my toes.  His kisses moved back to my neck and became vicious as he nipped me over and over.  He would bite me hard, to the point of pain and then he would softly lick away the hurt and kiss me tenderly again.  The throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable as he put pressure against me, again in the wrong spot.  I felt my knickers getting damper by the second as I tried to push him lower.
    “Stop wriggling,” he said demandingly against my neck before nipping my ear.  “Let me tease you.”  His voice was husky as he continued his assault on my neck with his lips, tongue and teeth.  The authority in his words sent another thrill of excitement through me.  He pressed harder against me, putting the full weight of his body against mine and I moaned loudly.  He moved to where I needed him, finally pressing his jean cladded cock hard against me, just once, and I convulsed in pleasure.  Then he removed himself from me completely and I groaned, pressing my legs together.
    He made me feel desperate for his touch, desperate in a way I don’t think I had ever felt before.  My body burned with desire as he stood there with lust in his eyes and watched me, half lying on the bed, my toes barely touching the ground.  I licked my lips while I watching him undo his belt buckle, then the button of his jean shorts and his fly, but he didn’t take them off or push them down, it was as if he was teasing me then too, by not allowing me to see the goods. 
    He slowly ran his fingers gently up my leg and when he reached mid-thigh he squeezed before standing to lean over my body.  He kissed me hurriedly, his tongue colliding with mine.  I kissed him back ferociously.  His hands moved to the bed on either side of my head but other than our mouths we were not connected in any way.  I reached up, putting my arms around his neck, planning to move them to his back to push him down on me but he resisted.  He stopped kissing me and brought his hands up to my wrists, prying them away from behind his neck and placing them above my head on the bed.  He held them there firmly for a moment as he kissed me again and then he let go.
    I didn’t move my arms from where he had placed them but instead watched him in awe of the feelings he was giving me.  I watched his fingers work slowly to undo the buttons of my dress.  Opening it up wide, he looked back to my eyes for a moment before tugging me forward until I was sitting up again.  He gently ran his fingers down the inside of my dress sleeves, causing it to fall away from my arms and pool around my waist.  His eyes were continuously focused on mine, his hands gliding gently to my back, sending goose bumps in their wake.  He undid the clasp of my bra and slowly slid the straps down my arms before tossing it over his shoulder.  I felt savoured as his eyes leisurely wandered my body.  He lifted my arms up and pulled my dress over my head, before tossing it over his shoulder too.
    He was again standing in front of me as I perched on the side of the bed.  He removed his own t-shirt and I finally got to look at his torso.  It was just as defined as I had imagined it to be and made even sexier by the tattoos I was not expecting.  I started to run my hands along his hard body, trying to make them out in the dim light of my room, wishing I had opened my blinds so I could see him more clearly.  I barely had the chance to look before he pushed me back against the bed again.  This time though he came with me, we were bare chest to bare chest.  My