CHAPTER 03

MY HUNGER FOR HIM

****COLTON'S POV****

I don't know if she was trying to play innocent with me, like though she doesn't know the effect of what she was doing to me.

I had badly held on to my last control, I warned her not to do that but, she just had to lick her lips again, so sensual.

My last control snapped from it's barrier.

I placed my hands at the back of her neck, and urged her forward to my kiss, damn since I saw her in the aeroplane I had been wanting to kiss her.

As I brought her lips close to mine, she tried resisting, I licked on her lips, and suckled on it, I left her lips which made a loud plop sound.

She brought her teeth together, making it hard for me to gain entrance to her tongue.

I started slowly, kissing her slowly and coaxing her to respond to me, she didn't even try to show that I was really doing a good job.

I coaxed her mouth, I bit down hard on her lower lips, she gasped from the pain, that gave me entrance to her mouth, with that I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

I pushed past her teeth and delved in kissing her deeply, the force of the kiss pushing her head back for greater access.

I could feel her resistance melting away, and she was gradually melting into my touch.

Damnnnnn!, She felt so full in my hands.

****ATHINAS'POV****

Gawdd, my head is feeling so mushed up, and I could feel my wet core contracting from his kiss. Just a mere kiss.

I couldn't even remember what I wanted to say before his lips came crashing on mine, this feeling is so sizzling.

I didn't know what I was thinking a moment ago, or even what I had planned on how I was going to ignore him.

"This man is a good kisser", I thought, a harsh growl tore from his mouth.

"If you're thinking of anything, that means am not doing a good job", he said inaudibly with his tongue still in my mouth.

A soft moan came out of my throat, I couldn't believe I actually moaned, damn I ain't supposed to moan, am actually giving him a heads up, that he's really doing a good job.

Damn me, he's really doing a healthy job at that.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, mating with it. At that time I wondered how it would feel when his tongue is in my damn wet core.

I did feel my pant getting soaked up by my fluid.

He kept kissing me rhythmically, mimicking the rhythm of love making as old as time.

I brought my trembling hands around his neck, damn, I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted more.

You can call me greedy, but, I want him, am definitely gonna get him, I wanted his hard length rubbing against me.

Even though I won't feel him through physically, I wanted only just the rubbing contact.

I circled my trembling hands around his neck, I did that in an effort to support myself while he kissed my mouth, with such fervor and intensity.

His kiss was like that of an Alpha marking his mate, like he owns me, and damn, I really don't care, I just wanted more of him.

I shivered from my thoughts, and moaned into his mouth.

I wanted physical contact, I felt like I would explode in circles if I don't do that.

I brought my hands to the front of his shirt, his button had been opened to his navel button.

I forced my mouth away from his, I opened the buttons to the last one.

I didn't dare look at him, I felt he would give me mocking face, gawd such hairy chest, I brought my hands to his chest and rubbed on it.

I heard him inhale sharply, I too dragged lots of breath into my lungs, I couldn't believe that I had the guts to touch this stranger.

He brought his lips back to my mouth, my hands roamed his body, I was oblivious to any other thing except from his kiss, his smoldering kiss, the kiss that threatened to sweep me off my seat.

I pushed my questing hands to his nipples, I tugged on it, he drew in a tagged breath.

He stopped immediately, "màdmóísèllê, if you would let me, I don't want to embarrass myself by climaxing when I am not even started with you.

Take it easy màdmòíséllé, we still have a long night", he said as he smirked.

That was a smirk of victory of me, but my bashful self didn't let me read more meaning into his words.

I could hear the quickness of my breathing and feel the slam of my pulse as I waited for Colton to kiss me again.

"Damn, what is he waiting for?", I thought. The moment seemed to spin forever, my legs trembled.

I could feel his intense stare on my trembling hands. I in turn looked down to his hidden crotch, damn it looked so thick and enormous, I could outline the shape and size of his phallus.

He carried me up and strode me on his legs, that was mind-blowing. I felt his crotch pulsating near my vagina.

There was a time for me to regret my impulse, I wavered on the verge of panic.

He took my mouth in his, deftly, demandingly, with no hesitation or gentleness, I felt my knees weaken with relief and swamped by fierce desire.

I knew from the first second that I was way out of depth, I have been kissed before, but, God help me, never have I been kissed so thoroughly.

She started grinding her hips on his, "Dior, mádmòîséllê, so exquisite". 

His hands went to the opening on my dress, his hand firstly cupped my breast, the warmth of his palm seared me.

Suddenly the sensible winter wool of my gown seemed as flimsy as mushlin and as insubstantial in it's protection.

His thumb grazed my nipples, it puckered immediately and came alive in all it's glory in his hands, I moaned beneath his lips as cool shivers of desire set me shaking.

His fingers continued the torment on my breast, I was trapped between his legs, I was unable to escape this sweet torture, this blatant and blowing torture.

I couldn't escape the delicious stroke of his palm against the curve of my breast and the rub of his fingers over my nipples.

My body tingled from that point of contact, begging for release from something so torturing and yet knew with the deepest of instincts that i needed.

With head back, I writhed against his brief, his penis was slightly in contact with mine.

I went for his belts and unbuckled them, I raised myself up, so I could slip it down to his knee.

With his trouser off, I started grinding on his hard lenght slowly at first, trying to memorize the feel of his masculine length.

I couldn't condone it anymore, I started grinding on him fastly. 

I writhed on him, my fingers pressed hard against his shoulders, small cries of need and frustration forced from me.

""Hush màdmòîséllè...", His voice was low and harsh yet filled with an undertone of amusement and mockery.

The roughness of his stubble brushed the smoothness of my skin and made me squirm.

""Hush, ma'am, I am so certained that you wouldn't wish your driver to know if what you're doing in the back of your car, he won't look at.....", He paused.

""My mind wasn't in what he was saying, I was only bent on getting my pleasure, it's not like the driver didn't know my hideous activities, after all he is my driver.""

That was what I thought though, but I couldn't bear anyone seeing my vulnerable situation, the thought of someone seeing me made me feel weak yet somehow excited almost beyond bearing.

I gave a small whimper of supplication and he laughed, "so the idea pleases you?", "No" I drawled lazily.

He jerked his waist upwards to meet mine, together we kept grinding ourselves with our clothes on, trying to satisfy our wants for each other.

A loud sob tore from her mouth, as she came, she kept squirting on him, wetting his brief.