Leilani.
Naturally, my first reaction would've been to push him off of me. To snap at him and curse him out for being so prude and pushy, so why the fuck did I, instead of doing all of those, welcome his embrace?
Why did I kiss him back when he kissed me with so much possessiveness?
I arched my back, leaning into him as he laced his fingers into my hair, and pulling slightly, such that my head tipped back only a little, he hissed against my lips; "Do you also not feel this?"
And I should respond. Heck, this was the part where I should say something cutting to him. It was the part where I should tell him off. But for some reason, my tongue was tied. My body thrummed with emotions I could barely contain and my pussy— the most stupid part of my body— clenched and unclenched as if waiting for something I knew not.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to dispel the very many thoughts and emotions running through my mind as I seethed; "No."
