Chapter 41 I Want You.
“Scary or dark romance?” he asked with a brow raised.
“uhhh, D—D—Dark romance,” I said as I watched a devious smile cross his lips.
A few moments later. the opening credits of a popular dark romance film began to roll. I nervously fidgeted with the folds of the oversized shirt I was wearing, feeling a sudden surge of vulnerability. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and I coukd feel my pussy throbbing hard.
As the film progressed, I found myself becoming more and more absorbed in the passionate and intense relationship unfolding on the screen. My heart raced as the characters shared their first intimate moment, their eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze.
I glanced up at Mr. Mattias. He, too, seemed captivated by the film, his eyes glued to the screen. I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction towards him in that moment. He was handsome, intelligent, and mysterious - all qualities that I found incredibly alluring.
His hand, initially resting lightly on my shoulder, drifted down my arm, his fingers brushing my skin with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't pull away. I leaned into him, seeking the warmth of his touch.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You smell amazing," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. The words were simple, yet heavy with unspoken desire.
I shivered, a tremor running through me. Our eyes met. His gaze was intense, burning into my soul. I saw a reflection of my own desire in his eyes, a mirroring of the feelings that had been building since I put on his oversized shirt.
He traced my jawline with his thumb, his touch lingering before caressing my cheek. The contact was electrifying. His fingers tangled in my hair, gently tugging a stray strand.
I reached up, our fingers intertwining. His skin was warm, smooth against mine. I held his hand tightly, tracing the lines of his palm, feeling his strength and warmth that made me more horny. Gosh!
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tentative kiss. It was gentle, soft, so, so soft. His lips moved against mine, slow and deliberate, tasting, exploring. I responded instinctively, deepening the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck.
The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His tongue explored my mouth. My hands moved from his neck to his hair, tangling in the thick, dark strands. I felt the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the hard contours of his muscles beneath his shirt.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on mine. "I want you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
My heart pounded. "I want you too," I breathed.
He lifted me gently from the sofa, carrying me as if I were weightless. He carried me through the living room, up the stairs, his steps sure and gentle.
He laid me gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He knelt beside me, his gaze intense, his desire palpable. He began to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.
I reached out, tracing the lines of his muscles, I felt the warmth of his skin against mine, the strength of his body beneath my fingertips. I had never do e such before. I loved it.
He reached for me, unfastening the buttons of my shirt. He removed the oversized shirt, revealing my bare skin. He traced the curve of my breasts with his fingertips, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I bit my lips slightly taking in the pleasure. Fuck!
He kissed me again, a deeper, more passionate kiss that left me breathless. His hands moved over my body, exploring, caressing, igniting a fire within me. His lips moved down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
He moved lower, his lips tracing the curve of my collarbone, then my breasts. He kissed each breast gently, his tongue teasing my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His hands moved lower still, exploring the soft curves of my hips, the delicate skin of my inner thighs. I parted my legs granting his hands easy access to my throbbing pussy…..