The Ordinary Life of Prince Charming - first kiss - part 2

I wondered what it would be like to have him inside me. The motions got very real at that thought.

He let go of my ass and pulled me into him and I felt his bulge. So the feeling is mutual. We both needed to be inside of each other. I pressed into his bulge wanting to send a message. Maybe it’s time to make a move? I can’t wait any longer. Still wildly kissing me, he pulled his head back as if that drove him crazy.

I needed him to make a move so badly, so to match my head pushing in and out of the kiss, I pushed in and out of his bulge. This slowed me down but I kept up a steady pace. Just a few of these was enough for him to open his eyes, pull me up from my hips, turn me around and lay me on the couch.

His eyes were open this time and he looked at me with wild eyes, his teeth clenching with need.

The look on his eyes drove my crazy. I’ve never seen him so savage, so ready to have me. The moment ran passed me. He pulled my legs up, and placed his bulge where it needs to be. I could feel him, through his pants. In just a second, he almost ripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor, exposing his now sweaty and shiny skin. I squirmed under him and he instantly dove into my lips, this time his eyes were open and so were mine. One arm kept him from falling into me and the other reached down. He cupped my ass and pulled me into his bulge as he pushed in and out.

The clothes are so in my way right now.

I kissed him faster and faster, and he pressed on faster. I had my hands on his shoulder but I wanted him so bad that I decided move one down him and rub him. Maybe that’ll get him to move on. He let out a moan as I reached him, and gently squeezed. His hand on my ass slowly traced around from under and reached where it needs to be. He kissed me hard as he started rubbing me through the jeans. I was way past my fear of hoping he wouldn’t feel my throbbing because I wanted him. He made no moves to take my jeans off it was almost disappointing.

His rubbing though, sent me to heaven. I squirmed under him and pushed into his hand. My legs tightened around his back.

He took these cues and kissed me faster and faster.

He moaned and suddenly pulled out of the kiss and rubbing sighing loudly, hanging his head low, completely breaking eye contact. He seemed to be upset. Was it something I did?

I breathed fast and audibly, my body’s way of keeping up with my rapidly beating heart.

His beautiful brown hair fell down. He sighed again. He was also audibly breathing fast.

I realized that this night was no longer going to involve him being inside me. He still rocked my world, but I wanted more.

Finally, as he started to breathe slower, he whispered “I shouldn’t.”

I powered through my breathing. “What? Why?”

“Please don’t stop...” I begged in a low whisper.

He got off of me and sat on the couch his hair a beautiful mess.

I lay back my hands on my forehead trying to calm down from my body being in a state of ecstasy and my growing feeling of disappointment. I squirmed needing him. He sat on the couch doing the same, his elbows on knees, holding his head up breathing fast.

“I’m going to go get the desserts.” His voice was audibly frustrated and walked out looking away.

What did I do?

Why does he think he has to stop?

I sat up on the couch. The action was long paused and my body was calming down. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them in a fetal position. He came running back up the stairs and sat down next to me, not making eye contact.

He had a mix of emotions showing up on his face.

I wanted to confront him. “Why did you leave, James?”

He closed his eyes momentarily before he responded. “I’m sorry.”

“Doesn’t answer my question...... was it something I did?” Taking a spoonful of creamy chocolate mousse in.

His head jerked and he finally looked at me, but he looked alarmed. “What? Why would you think that?”

“Why wouldn’t I think that? You just up and left in the middle of it” I said my mouth full of mousse.

“Oh Rose, I’m so sorry I didn’t even think about how you felt. I... didn’t think I was going to be able to control myself if we went any further.” He was looking at me with his deep blue eyes.

I shook my head and broke eye contact cuz sometimes his eyes were too much to handle.

“Why would you want to control yourself?”

I asked, wanting to poke his buttons. I was not happy with his selfishness there. The one time he was being selfish in a very round about way.

He looked away ashamed. “I... didn’t know if you were ready...”

“I think I will decide that”

I knew I was being snappy.

“You’re right.” He shook his head.

“By the way, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“It was my first”

He was now staring at me disbelievingly.

“What?” I asked seeing his response. I was more uncomfortable talking about it than doing it.

“That was your first?” His face hadn’t changed?

“Yes. I was homeschooled, remember?”

“Wow. For the record, that was the sexist kiss I’ve ever had. To the point where I had to stop before I... “ he shook his head again.

I felt dizzy at the thought of him... doing whatever he was going to say, to me.

“Anyway. Don’t want to talk about me being an idiot again.” He sighed played the movie.