This is also a scene from a book I began a long, long time ago. The story is still in my files, but I haven't fiddled with it in, oh...I dunno how long. Over 5 years. LOL. Anywho, this is a brief 'fantasy' Cameron has while the two are arguing one night. Cameron is 25 and Allison is 21. There's strong sexual attraction between the two, and both try to resist it. He's very religious, so it's doubly hard for him. No pun intended. ^.- Anyhow, it's a shorter one, and I know sometimes I like just a brief read. So enjoy.
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Suddenly Allison pressed her lips to mine, brought her hands up to my head, entangled them in my hair. She spread her legs so mine were between hers and rubbed her lips over mine, urging them to part. Lust tightened in my groin and I groaned.
Sex was a potent thing and I was caught in its trap. Moaning in surrender I gripped her hips and thrust mine up. She gasped against my mouth and moaned when mine opened slightly. Allison gently touched the opening of my mouth with the tip of her tongue and waited until mine reached for hers. When our tongues touched it was a shock to me that had my eyes opening and staring into hers.
Hers were a deep, misty blue. She closed hers and I followed, swallowing her tongue inside my mouth. She sucked in a breath through her nose and angled her head to fit her mouth against mine better.
We rubbed middles until Allison was panting hard against my mouth and my head was swimming. I released her mouth and pressed my face into her throat, inhaling her scent, Vanilla and something else I couldn't identify.
"Allison, what are we doing?" I asked in a strained voice.
"Kissing." She said breathlessly and she rubbed against me. I groaned and flexed the fists that were gripping handfuls of Allison's skirt.
"We can't, can't do this." I whispered, even as my hands smoothed over her rear.
She hummed in delight. "Yes we can." She replied gently and took my mouth again, thrusting her tongue into my warm depths. I whimpered, as I knew I would have her right there in her room. There was no stopping it, could be no stopping it. I had no more control.
I slipped my right hand between our bodies, slid it up until it brushed against the bottom of Allison's breast. She lifted her body for my hand to slide the rest of the way up and then lowered herself again so my palm held her breast.
I squeezed and throbbed when she moaned deeply against my mouth. Her nipple was hard in my palm and her heart beat erratically against my hand. We continued rubbing our middles together, breathing becoming harsh and labored.
Finally I pulled my mouth away from hers and sucked in air. Allison sat up and the next thing I knew I was staring at her bare breasts. I looked away and closed my eyes.
"Cameron, look at me." She whispered. I shook my head.
"I can't. Allison, we can't."