We stumbled into his apartment, kissing, touching and panting. He locked the door and dumped the keys somewhere with his eyes closed. He slammed me against the wall and felt the sides of my body slowly and sensually until he came to the hem of my denim skirt.
I was completely inexperienced. My heart was racing from the thrill but my hands trembled from the fear.
“Hey, are you scared?”
He held my face in his large hands and smirked.
“I’m a little nervous. It feels surreal sometimes,” I said.
“What’s surreal?” He asked gently.
“That you’re my mate. I guess I lost hope of ever having one.”
“I want every inch of you, sweetheart.”
He kissed my lips. “I want to taste every part.” He kissed me again.
Butterflies filled my tummy and I burst into giggles. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
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