Fear of Falling

been pointless and frustrating.
    Just as the awkward silence had grown and swelled, filling up the enclosed space, Ed Sheeran began to belt out the words to “Kiss Me” on the radio, urging his lover to give herself over to his lips, lust and…love.
    “Blaine…I…”
    I don’t even know what I meant to say. But as I looked at him, the longer front layers of his sandy brown hair wet and dripping into those melted chocolate eyes, and that song suggesting every emotion I had tried to avoid… I just had to say something . Because if I didn’t, if I didn’t keep my mouth busy, I was liable to lick every little raindrop from his face.
    “Kami…” he murmured, a slight frown dimpling his brows. But it wasn’t out of anger or frustration. It was as if he was fighting his own impulses.
    Thank baby Jesus that whatever they were, they won out over his restraint.
    His lips were back on mine, and he was sliding my body towards his before I even knew what was happening. Still, I needed to feel more of him. I needed his heat to warm me. I needed his flavor to intoxicate me. I needed his scent to take me higher than I already was.
    I straddled his lap, pinning my frame between his torso and the steering wheel without my mouth ever leaving his. The slick coolness of our rain-drenched bodies created erotic sounds of skin slapping against wet skin as we pawed at each other furiously in a hungered frenzy that I had never felt before.
    This is what I had heard about, yet never experienced. The intense need. The fervent craze. The spark that combusted into an inferno when you were with that one person that you couldn’t keep your hands off of. I honestly thought I didn’t need it. I thought it wasn’t necessary for a substantial sensual exchange.
    Boy, was I wrong. Dead. Wrong.
    In the midst of it all, I realized that my skirt had been hiked up to my hips, leaving my backside nearly bare in my thong. Blaine’s hands were dangerously close, kneading my outer thighs. Did I want to take it there? Could I actually see myself having sex with him in his truck, out in the middle of nowhere?
    As if hearing my internal battle, his lips and tongue still tasting me, Blaine’s hands trailed up my hips, bypassing the exposed flesh of my ass, and rested on my lower back. But, as much of a gentleman as he was trying to be, he was still all man . I could feel his craving, as it pulsed with virility beneath me. He was unbelievably hard and…large. Large enough to cause me to do mental calculations, both excited and scared about the prospect of feeling every inch of him.
    OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.
    His agile fingers eased their way under my soaked top, his touch searing my skin. They massaged a path up to my bra clasp, stopping momentarily to see if I would object. When I didn’t, still too lost in sensation to do more than moan against his lips and push my already pebbled nipples against him, he unfastened the clasp in a swift, stealthy move. I gasped into his mouth, causing him to pull me even closer into him, pressing my swollen breasts into his chest.
    His hands slid to my front as his lips found my neck. I was already tugging at his wet, shaggy hair by the time I felt his thumbs on my nipples, rubbing them back and forth with perfect pressure. The erotic sound that tore from my chest was pure pleasure and surprise. Blaine, the man that had starred in every one of my fantasies, was fondling my breasts. I had imagined how his skin would feel against mine, had dreamt of fusing our panting bodies together, since the day I met him. And to be honest, I had never really had a fantasy before him. He was the embodiment of everything I had ever wanted.
    And I could have him. Right here. Right now.
    Not able to do much more than whimper as his fingers explored my chest, I shivered as Blaine kissed my collarbone, my chin, my trembling bottom lip, nibbling and licking like I was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He was ravenous, like he just couldn’t get enough, no matter how much of my skin he sampled.
    “God, I want you, Kami,” he murmured against the base of my throat. “I want you so bad.”
    That metal studded tongue slid up my neck to my earlobe, and I reflexively rotated my hips, feeling every inch of his arousal.
    “Fuck,” Blaine hissed, pinching my nipples so deliciously hard that I felt a tremor throughout my entire body. “Do you want me, baby? Tell me you want me. Tell me you feel this too.”
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