Ardor

NELLA

"I can make you even more flattered, I can make you also scream my name," He boasted as he went back to lock the door of my room. 

“They are fast asleep, you shouldn't worry about them, I'm here to make you feel like the woman I think you've forgotten you are," He added.

In my seventeen pretty much unromantic years of my teenage living, I would never have imagined myself in the position I currently was at the moment. It was a risky one, one that could shatter every good thing that had struggled its way to be built and every sacrifice that had been made so far. Still, here he was not thinking about that fact even for one bit, almost as though he couldn't be any bothered about the dangerous trap we were potentially setting ourselves up for, but he was dangerous and loved to play dangerous games. I already knew that, I mean it was all he was ever known to be, DANGEROUS! especially towards his relationships with the ladies but I would never have guessed he was dangerous enough to get down with me by all means even if he knew well enough the amount of rules and boundaries he would be breaking by doing so.

How hot!.. no silly me! How stupid! how stupid of him to think he could or had the right to make me feel like a woman, and how very fucking stupid of me to even slightly enjoy this moment. Regardless of how much i tried to keep that to myself, i knew well enough the needy expression that immediately covered my face and the goosebumps that spread out generously all over my skin the moment his palms possessively took my face up to meet his eyes and his right hand gripped my waist, that I would consciously betray the sane part of my brain. I was determined initially not to give him that satisfaction of becoming aware of how much his touch on my body drove me crazy and how much I looked forward to his seduction, but that mission was aborted the moment that ridiculously hot piercing gaze of his which always gave me a stupid unwanted rush of butterflies peered right into me.

The thirsty look in his eyes as his hands forced my back to stay glued to the wall and his hands slowly leaving my waist to part my thighs while his greedy lips met mine was all I needed to know that I was totally not going to stop him from going further in this reckless act even though I was potentially making a huge mistake.

I questioned for a moment my careless choice of a short flare peach floral gown mom had just gifted me the day before, which I had chosen to wear on the morning of that day, totally ignorant of what was to come, and now of course this had given him the easy access he just so desperately wanted. However, call me whatever you wanted to but I think pretty little flare gowns were about to be my favorite choice of outfits whenever he was around.

I am so unbelievable? Yeah I know that already…even i don’t believe myself or the things i do sometimes!

i could feel the bulge of his excitement grow the moment his hands swept open my thighs slowly,

"Jesus…Nella," He groaned, as his fingers traced the inner part of my puberty blessed thick thighs, but stopped himself just in time knowing that would give me a huge sense of pride learning about the effect I had on him…I was beginning to love this game we were playing regardless of how dangerous it was because after what seemed like forever, I was finally having that feeling of being wanted again, wouldn't lie, it felt good…risky! but good.

"You know you are going to get us into trouble right?" I managed to get myself to whisper amidst the uncontrollable little moans that escaped my mouth  as he traced my neck with little sensual kisses.

"Oh come on freckles, you fucking want this and you know that damn well"

"You can't be so sure about that, so you may just need to stop whatever this is!" I ordered but not boldly and I hated that my voice would only come aloud when I responded to his touch or kisses.

"I believe your panties speak otherwise," He smirked and I could feel a sense of victory engulf him as his hands met the soaked lace of my panties.

"Promise to shut that pretty little nagging mouth of yours for once and stay quiet?" he asked, his fingers eagerly finding their way beneath the lace of my panties.

“You know, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself just yet so you don’t get disappointed; funny of you to think it has to be that easy to make me scream your...'' My attempt at a heroic statement is cut short by a loud moan that I feared wasn't coming from anywhere else other than my mouth as he locates my g-spot in pretty much two seconds sending a rush of pleasure through me. 

He doesn't stop! the fucking tyrant doesnt stop! He was surely enjoying this, the way my moans threatened to grow louder even with my attempt in forcing myself to stay quiet and the way my body shuddered as his fingers moved faster.

Fuck i was close... I was so close…

"Oh my God... oh my God," I repeated hazily but this time with no attempt to stop myself from keeping quiet or standing still as the pressure was building up within me really fast. I was just a few seconds away from having an orgasm—my first by the way to be given by a guy and not my own hands, but to my very surprise and frustration, he immediately stopped immediately he noticed I was moments away from being a wreck; wearing a victory smile on his face as he proudly pulls his fingers away, still not taking his eyes off me while he tasted me.

"You were getting too loud freckles, the last thing we want is to wake mom and dad right?"