I told you in my last post that he was more touchy-feely this time around; well, there was more kissing this time around too. We parked up to “have a cigarette” which we both knew was code for making out in his car. We’re still playing it cool and not taking things too far, but he’s such a good kisser, guys. So good. 10/10 good. I was lusting after him like something crazy. He did this thing where he had one hand on the back of my head, stopping me from pulling away, while the other one was just casually resting on my leg … and the hand on my leg was sending jolts right through my body. I want to say that I had butterflies but it was as though I had a whole aviary full of birds inside of me. I am smitten. It’s the second date, I haven’t even fucked him yet, but I’m well and truly smitten.
He kissed my neck at one point and I swear to god, I melted right there and then in his hands. He could’ve done anything he wanted with me. Anything at all. He didn’t do anything, obviously. We were sat in his car and I’ve already said that I don’t want our first time to be some shitty fuck on the backseat. I was frozen to my seat as he kissed me, though. I couldn’t bring myself to move because I thought the slightest nudge would cause me to lose control. To say that I was damp between the legs would be an understatement. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating from me, not that he needed to. He smiled at me with a smug look on his face that told me he knew the effect he was having on me.
Maybe it’s because he’s an older guy but he’s got some very effective tricks up his sleeve. He knows exactly what he’s doing, from the dominating hand-grips on the back of my head to the tender and soft kisses he delivers as he looks right into my eyes. I feel like I’m losing a battle when I’m with him. I don’t know what the battle is, or even if he’s a part of it, but I’m losing it anyway. I want to lose it. I want to give him whatever the fuck he wants.
This one’s going to be super dangerous for me, I can already feel it in my bones.
Just in case you’re interested, we’ve planned our third date … and our first sleepover. Unless we see each other before then (in four days’ time), it’s probably going to be the night we sleep together for the first time. There’s so much sexual chemistry between us, there’s no way it’s not going to happen. I can’t wait. I think it’s going to be dynamite and I CANNOT WAIT!
Keep your fingers crossed that my next fuck’s a great one, people.