Chapter 27: How About I show You?
Reagan was kissing me, he was kissing me! Oh my gods! I thought to myself as Reagan grabbed me by my waist, maneuvering me so my back was now pressed against the wall. He did all of that without even stopping to break the kiss. I wasn't sure what I was doing, I don't think I have any idea of since this was my first kiss. My mind went blank the moment I felt Reagan's lips on mine.
Reagan kissed me hard, tugging at my lips gently so I could open them for him. My lips parted on his request and Reagan hummed in satisfaction as he began kissing me, like he had been holding back for too long. He kissed me like I had just unleashed something and there was no turning back.
Instinctively, my hands found their way to his shoulders and I clutched him closer to me as I decided to follow his lead. Closing my eyes, I matched Reagan's fervor and ferocity and I could tell that pleased him because he gave another hum of approval.
Pulling away, Reagan glanced down at me with a smirk on his face. "Not bad for a first timer."
My breaths came out in heavy pants as I stared at up at him, "It wasn't?" I whispered.
Shaking his head in a negative answer, Reagan leaned down to kiss me again. His lips pressed against my own in a passion bordering on desperation and I could feel his hands clasp into my hair as if he expected me to slip through his fingers at any time. But disappearing was the last thing on my mind.
Pulling away, Reagan pressed his forehead against mine while catching my breath. "I shouldn't do this, I really shouldn't." He whispered closing his eyes as if saying it tortured him, "But so help me, I can't help myself Dahlia, I really can't."
He used my name! I thought to myself feeling giddy and I smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek, I raised myself on my tiptoes and kissed him again, softer this time around and he let me.
I was starting to get into the kiss, I really loved it. I loved kissing! I thought to myself as I wrapped y hands around him, moaning into his mouth when suddenly Reagan pulled away from me and I whined at the loss but Reagan just chuckled at me.
"Before we do this, I feel like there's something you should know." Reagan began and I stared up at him in confusion wondering what it was that must have been so important. Reagan must have saw the question in my gaze because he sighed, "I don't do soft. When I fuck, I do it fast and hard, for you I'm going to try to go easy on you but if it ever gets too much for you, let me know. Or if you want to stop now, I will understand."
Reagan's words should have sent me running out of the house and straight into the woods where I will see if I can find my way home by myself. But they did none of those, if anything his words, so raw and unfiltered only made me want him more. The moisture between my legs were proof enough and I had to clench my thighs together, in an attempt to steady myself.
"So, what do you say?" Reagan asked me.