My hands were enjoying that physique as we kissed, running over the thin material of his top, feeling the firmness of his chest beneath, the
taught muscles of his pecs, his shoulders, his arms. Oh dear God he was
fit. Touching him was a million times better than the fantasy of
touching him had been, many nights whilst lying alone in my room, hand
between my legs rubbing myself softly in the darkness of the night,
teeth clenched together, careful to keep my quickening breath quiet so
my roommate Tilly didn’t hear.
This is no fantasy, this is really happening I told myself,
unable to shake the sense that I was in some kind of daydream. My hands
found their way to his buttocks as our kiss grew in intensity, I pulled
him harder against me and his thigh pushed between my legs, the bulge in
his jeans poking into my stomach. I rubbed myself against his leg and
gasped in his mouth as my sweet spot sang with delight under the
pressure. My tongue probed deeper in his mouth as his hand found its way
under my dress, pulling it up so he could access my breasts, which he
liberated in seconds by pulling the cups of my bra down. He groaned with
pleasure as his hands cupped my ample tits, the roughness of his skin
contrasting with the tender softness of mine. Fuck I was horny. Months
of pent up desire was washing through me, making every nerve ending
tingle. Elliot’s hands released my breasts and he pulled away from our
kiss, looking into my eyes with a glazed expression of pure need. In one
quick motion he grabbed me under the buttocks and lifted me, my legs
wrapping around his waist, my arms around his neck, as he carried me to
his room.