Reagan was kissing , he was kissing ! Oh my gods! I thought to myself as Reagan grabbed by my waist, maneuvering so my back was now pressed against the wall. He did all of that without even stopping to break the kiss. I wasn't sure what I was doing, I don't think I have any idea of since this was my first kiss. My mind went blank the mont I felt Reagan's lips on mine.
Reagan kissed hard, tugging at my lips gently so I could open them for him. My lips parted on his request and Reagan humd in satisfaction as he began kissing , like he had been holding back for too long. He kissed like I had just unleashed sothing and there was no turning back.
Instinctively, my hands found their way to his shoulders and I clutched him closer to as I decided to follow his lead. Closing my eyes, I matched Reagan's fervor and ferocity and I could tell that pleased him because he gave another hum of approval.
Pulling away, Reagan glanced down at with a smirk on his face. "Not bad for a first tir."
My breaths ca out in heavy pants as I stared at up at him, "It wasn't?" I whispered.
Shaking his head in a negative answer, Reagan leaned down to kiss again. His lips pressed against my own in a passion bordering on desperation and I could feel his hands clasp into my hair as if he expected to slip through his fingers at any ti. But disappearing was the last thing on my mind.
Pulling away, Reagan pressed his forehead against mine while catching my breath. "I shouldn't do this, I really shouldn't." He whispered closing his eyes as if saying it tortured him, "But so help , I can't help myself Dahlia, I really can't."
He used my na! I thought to myself feeling giddy and I smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek, I raised myself on my tiptoes and kissed him again, softer this ti around and he let .
I was starting to get into the kiss, I really loved it. I loved kissing! I thought to myself as I wrapped y hands around him, moaning into his mouth when suddenly Reagan pulled away from and I whined at the loss but Reagan just chuckled at .
"Before we do this, I feel like there's sothing you should know." Reagan began and I stared up at him in confusion wondering what it was that must have been so important. Reagan must have saw the question in my gaze because he sighed, "I don't do soft. When I fuck, I do it fast and hard, for you I'm going to try to go easy on you but if it ever gets too much for you, let know. Or if you want to stop now, I will understand."
Reagan's words should have sent running out of the house and straight into the woods where I will see if I can find my way ho by myself. But they did none of those, if anything his words, so raw and unfiltered only made want him more. The moisture between my legs were proof enough and I had to clench my thighs together, in an attempt to steady myself.
"So, what do you say?" Reagan asked .
Biting my bottom lip, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Reagan, I gave him my reply. "I want you Reagan, I don't care." I said, my response coming out breathy.
"Thank fuck!" Reagan breathed out in relief and then in one swift movent, he gathered in his arms.
I let out a squeal as I grabbed a hold of Reagan's shoulders as he marched us towards the bedroom. Unable to resist it, I leaned down to kiss him on the lips, pouring every single desire I felt into the kiss as he marched us to the bedroom. Reagan kissed back, his hand moving to cup by my ass through the thin clothing I was wearing.
I couldn't help the satisfied smirk that appeared on my lips when Reagan groaned out loud. He kicked the door open and kicked it shut, then without breaking the kiss, he laid down on the bed. My hands moved from his neck and I began to unbutton his shirt, unable to wait anymore.
As soon as they were off, I started touching his chest and feeling the warmth of his body. My hands danced over the defined ripples and grooves of his muscles, including the areas that had bearing deep scars of pain, stories I have not been privileged to listen but craved to.
Reagan shuddered beneath my touch, feeling emboldened, I reached between us and began to unbutton his trousers. Losing the button, I reached inside, about to touch him in there when suddenly Reagan grabbed my hand firmly, halting my movents.
"Not there, not yet." Reagan said and I stared at him with an expectant look on his face. "We will get there, just not yet."
"But I..."
"I want to savor this very mont, I do not want to rush into this with you." Reagan whispered, the tone husky but still clear. Our gaze was captured and he breathed between us, desire and tenderness in his features. "Don't worry about my pleasure and instead allow to give you the greatest pleasure you'd ever know."
A blush crept to my cheeks, "But I was told won do not get pleasure, I was told to only take care of my husband in the fool."
"Whosoever said that must be a fool!" Reagan said before reaching out to cup my cheeks, "Won do get pleasure and there are more than a thousand ways to pleasure them."
I didn't know that, "There are?" I asked feeling more confused than ever.
Smirking at , Reagan leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my mouth, "How about I show you instead?" He asked with a grin before he began to go down on .
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