Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 33

MALAYINA 

May 12th 2018  

I held my breath as he continued to rub his lips along mine. Sending a tsunami of butterflies up my legs exploding around my sex. I attempt to inhale shallow breathes as I'm solely consumed by his touch and I wish for nothing more than for him to get it over with and devour my lips. I'm eighteen years old and this is as close as I've gotten to kissing a man. 

On the lips.....

Kissing dick doesn't count..... 

Right?

I shake my head, answering him, with my eyes squeezed shut. Afraid to open them and let him see deep into my broken soul.

Letting him discover my untold tales. 

"You sure about that mikros?" He removes his lips from mine.

I mentally kick and scream begging him to return to me. With the tip of his nose, he runs it over my bare neck and I whimper at the foreign feeling.

The heat of his breath tickles my skin, compelling me to squirm in my seat as he shifts my head to the side. Giving himself free access to the crook of my neck. He glides his wet tongue along my feverish skin, coating me with his essence. My nipples harden as they peek shamelessly through my white blouse.

Begging to be touched.

"You smell like a rainforest on a sunny day." He breathes me in. 

"A breath of fresh air." He whispers hoarsely into my ear. 

I arch my back off the seat, thrusting my breasts forward as another soft moan escapes between my lips..

His accent alone is enough to send my body tumbling into an orgasm. On a whim, I wrap my fingers around his wrist, removing his hand from my face and I slide his sensual hand between the gap of my blouse.

Inviting him to cup my tender breast.

"Amar," I whisper, opening my eyes needing to see him. 

I want him...

I yearn to offer my innocence on a silver platter and serve myself bare to him.

No questions asked.

The pad of his thumb brushes over the top of my nipple and I gnaw at my cheek trying my best not to sound like a needy little brat.

"Gamó̱!" Amar growls as he quickly moves away from me. 

Running a hand through his hair, he glances at me with his chest rising and falling. Dangerously fast for a man who's just lost control for a minute or two. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and counts to ten in greek. 

When he reopens his eyes they immediately land on mine. The lust that once absorbed his emerald green eyes has now been replaced with distress.  

"Fix yourself up." He demands roughly. 

I do as I'm told and I fix my blouse, buttoning up an extra button for good measure. 

I sit back in my chair and sigh at my stupidity.

Where did I honestly think this was going to lead? 

With an abundance of regret, I wish I could rewind time and prevent everything that has happened between us.

I'm so foolish it will one day ruin me.