Forbidden: The Revolution

Excerpt:
“Whatever happens between us, it doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said as she pulled my t-shirt out of the back of my jeans and then slid her hands underneath, lightly grazing my back with her nails.

I sat up and quickly pulled the t-shirt off over my head. If we were going to do this, if I were going to do this for her, I wanted to feel her, skin on skin.

I didn’t want to look into her eyes, I was afraid that if I did I might stop. I didn’t want to stop. So instead I focused on the belt that was still tied around her waist. I focused on loosening it, then peeling back the dress.

“Sit up,” I commanded, and she did. I slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then I eased her back down, my hand skimming across down the length of her throat, across her collar bone, over the full mounds of her breast. They came to rest on her stomach. I hesitated. I never hesitated.

She’d thrown my own line back at me and I could smell the lie in it. If we did this, it would mean something. Maybe some girls could give it up and have it mean nothing, but Alex wasn’t one of them.

I leaned down slowly and placed a tender kiss on her belly. It quivered under my lips. She laced her fingers through my hair and chuckled nervously.

“Your beard, it tickles.”

It was getting late and I’d shaved early that morning. I looked up into her eyes. “I can shave if you want,” I told her.

She shook her head and smiled, only the smile was a bit shaky.

“I would never hurt you, Alex,” I assured her. Then I stood up and offered her my hand. With a confused look on her face she took it.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she asked, as I pulled her to her feet. “That’s why you can get close to me, why other’s have been able to get close up to a point.”

I pulled her into my arms and began to nuzzle her neck like I had earlier that day. I may have felt the pull of her blood earlier, just like I was feeling it now. I might even be tempted by it. But I wasn’t going to take it. Not now, probably not ever.

Did I say probably? I meant definitely, definitely not now and definitely not ever.

“Yes,” I growled, sliding my hands into the back of her panties and kneading the firm round globes of her delicious ass. I squeezed and pulled her towards me, rubbing my still-encased cock into her stomach, my jeans now a prison. I turned her around so that she faced the bed, her back pressed into my chest. My own nipples were already hard with arousal.

“What are you going to do?” she whispered.

“Etu,” I murmured, shrouding the room in darkness.

“Dell?” there was an edge to her voice.

“I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna give you what I can,” I told her, placing a kiss on the back of her shoulder before falling to my knees behind her and tracing the top edge of her underwear with my tongue.

I hooked by thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to slide them down her long, slender legs all the way to her ankles. She was still in her heels and I wanted it that way. No stockings, just bare leg. A part of me wished that the lights were on, but another part was grateful that they weren’t. I could tell that I’d already started to change. Just the anticipation of what I was about to do was calling my beast forth.

“We’re going to do this nice and easy,” I promised her, shaking back my beast as I reached up, sliding my hands back up her legs, over her ass, then around to her front until they found the tangle of soft curls at the apex of her thighs. “I’m going to make you come, give you some release. It’s what you need now, yeah?”