Friday, December 30, 2016

It's time for Keegan!

Shaking her head, she drifted through the crowd. A drowsy sensation hit, making her wonder for a second if she shouldn’t sit down. The fruit slipped from her fingers, every muscle in her body relaxing at the same time. To completely confuse her, her clit started to throb in a slow cadence. Stopping, she touched her forehead. What was happening? Her nipples pressed against the top she wore and throbbed in need. Hell, everything on her screamed to be touched.
With the prickling sensation of someone watching her, she looked around for the cause. Her gaze locked with a man on the other side of the gazebo. His cobalt blue eyes stood out from the rest. Obviously yet to be transformed, at a guess she didn’t think he stood more than about five-five in height, and his hair, in one shade of light brown, barely touched his shoulders. The way he stared caused a shiver, hypnotizing her with his eyes. What was he doing to her?
In one hand he held a piece of the same fruit she had been eating. In the other he held a drink. His stare never wavered as he popped the last piece into his mouth and tipped the cup to his full lips to wash the bite down.
The breeze picked up, blowing open his unbuttoned shirt. For a guy who had yet to change, his chest looked powerful to her, enough for her to know, from what she’d been told about runts, he would be huge once he did.
The breeze blew right in her face carrying with it a scent of freshness to make her lightheaded. Another wave of dizziness, almost a drugged sensation hit, mixed with a strange impression of tiny fingers touching her body. The pounding need grew stronger inside her, pooling between her legs, frightening and thrilling her. She wanted to stay and run at the same time. The stranger still staring didn’t help. No, he moved toward her. Son of a bitch! She could almost feel his body heat.
Panicked, Zhora turned away as he moved toward her. She pushed her way out of the crowd in an overwhelming urge to get away from things going on in her body she didn’t understand.
She didn’t get far.
He caught her, the one staring at her. Grabbed by the arm, she swung around, and lips covered hers. She was kissed and kissed deep. The impulse to run disappeared. She had no control over her body, couldn’t stop her arms from going up around his neck or stop her eyes from closing. Zhora didn’t mind either. She enjoyed the kiss, even kissed him back.
Boy, did he have a skill with his mouth.
His lips moved over hers. His tongue teased her lips until she opened for his tongue to slip inside. God, he tasted good. Too fucking good. He tasted of fresh air after a big storm. Zhora wanted to crawl into him, to get closer to enjoy his touch more than mere kissing satisfied.
He walked her backward, and she went willingly. The feelings, the emotions hitting her too overpowering to fight had she wanted to. Zhora had to have more, needed more, craved more. She touched his chest, skimming both hands up and down smooth muscles. Up to his shoulders, she pushed the shirt off, not understanding why she had the compulsive need to.
Never this way, she wasn’t the kind of girl to kiss a stranger, to strip him, or make out, yet she was doing all of those things. The urge to feel his skin against hers drove her while the outside world melted away in a haze until only the two of them existed.
Something wasn’t right, one part of her mind told her at the same time everything felt damn right. This wasn’t her, yet she didn’t stop. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth on her body, and he seemed to need her as badly as she needed him. The voice telling her it was wrong grew weaker.
The kiss ended. He turned her around, pushed her hair aside, and put those hot fucking lips on her shoulder. Zhora leaning back against his chest and almost melted in the arms encircling her. Arms over her shoulders, her hands found his head and fisted into his hair as his hands stroked her, starting at her bare belly moving up. Breathing hard, almost to a point of not being able to breathe at all, she couldn’t resist rubbing back against him. Relinquishing her hold of his hair, she moaned when his hand went down her bare leg and his lips traveled down her back.

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