Chapter 3 MY HUNGER FOR HIM

• 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.