Fighting Temptation

At ten o’clock that night, Jenny found herself in front of a door; inside, lay Michael.  Did he know what was waiting for him on his doorstep.

                Jenny willed herself to ring the doorbell.  She hesitated for a moment before pushing it twice.

                Ten seconds passed by before a surprised-looking Michael opened the door.  “Jenny,” he chuckled almost nervously, “what are you doing here?”

                She could never tell anyone where she got the courage, but she walked right past Michael, and said, “I’m here.  Show me what you got.”

                She thought he would hesitate, that maybe the same uncertainty that lived in her heart would show itself in this moment of vulnerability, but he surprised her with the speed of his mouth on hers.  He kissed her rough and quickly at first, but slowed his pace.

                Jenny felt her eyes closed as she began to kiss him back.  ‘Oh my God, is this really happening?’ She broke away from their passionate kiss, if only to make sure that this moment was actually happening.  “Wait, you really expected me to come?”

                Michael laughed as he shut the door behind her and started to kiss her again.  “In more ways than one.”

                She felt him smile against her lips as they continued to kiss.  She walked backwards as they kissed, thinking they were headed to his bedroom.  But Michael stopped them both in their tracks, his hands roaming her backside.

                “Here?” she asked as he felt her tug against the zipper of her jeans.

                Her question was met with more decisive tugging.  She felt herself falling backwards and sure enough, she and Michael tumbled onto the floor.  Her jeans were off before she knew what to do and Michael tore his lips away from hers to kiss her neck.

                Oh my God, it was incredible! She felt his tongue touch lightly touch every part of her neck as he more gently lifted up her shirt and kissed his way down her stomach.

                Her jeans were off and Michael was sliding his hands down the sides of her thighs, her underwear falling with his hands.  Before she could say anything, she felt a finger move inside her.  Between her wet folds, Michael was probing his finger, using his thumb to stroke her clit.

                “Ooh…oh God…oh Michael…”

                The pleasure ran like electricity throughout her body.  Her nipples jutted out underneath her bra and her legs quaked as she felt Michael explore her wetness.  Oh my God, he was moving his finger in and out! Slowly and torturously…

                “Oh my God!”