Chasing Her Movie Star

5: She asks for a farewell kiss

 *Amora*

 “An airstream trailer ? Not very movie star like”. I grin when I see the silver trailer in front of us.

 “Well I can still catch the taxi for you if it’s a problem”. He says looking over the car. 

 I step up to him. “Nope… cause I love it and relax Zac... I am not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to”.

 “No… but you are really good at talking me into things I shouldn’t do”. He says with a sigh.

 “You are not really hard to talk into ...things”. I grin as I loop my arm into his.

 He unlocks the trailer with his free hand. “What can I say, you make me a weak man. I don’t usually bring Young gi... women back to my trailer”.

 “Good to know and I don't usually go with… handsome men back to their trailer”. I admit. I mean I don’t want him to think of me as easy or something.

 “Good to know”. He lets me step inside first. “So this is... casa de Smith for now, just till I get the time to build a house”.

 I look around. “Cosy… but Smith?!”

 “Smith is my real last name. Apollo is my middle name, apparently it’s more eye catching". He says closing the door, then he stands there fiddling a bit with his hands. “So.. Uhm do you want anything to drink ?”

 “Sure...”. I am suddenly feeling all nervous. “Tea maybe..-I don’t think I should have anymore alcohol”.

 He nods. “Tea.. good idea.. I have tea”.

 I sit on the edge of the bed, as he makes the tea. Part of me wonders what I am doing here. I mean I am not this kinda girl. I don’t really have a s*x drive at all. I mean I have slept with 3 guys in my life. First time when I was 16 just because… Well everyone else seemed to be doing it. It was not really great, then again when I was 19. I had dated the guy for a long time, and I thought I kinda loved him and… after he wanted more and I didn’t and well that was the end of that.

 Last time was this spring, with my first college boyfriend. He kinda pressured me and I didn’t want to, but I.. let him and it was even worse. After he was trying to pressure me for more. That is why I transferred here to Texas, to get away from him.

 I look at Zac. I am attracted to him, which is actually very rare for me. And watching the way he uses those big hands makes me feel… well kinda horny, which is something I never really tried before. Not because of a guy at least. Only, like from naughty stories or fantasies.

 But I am scared, so very scared actually, that if I go for it and it turns out to be another fail, another bad s*x experience. On the other hand I really like Zac, I might even kinda be in love with him, I know it’s crazy but... I am that kinda girl, it’s kinda all or nothing on that front.

 He hands me a cup of tea and sits down beside me, a cup in his own hand. “Amora.. listen. I can’t really claim that I don’t want to… well, take this further. But we really shouldn’t… not only because of your age, but also … I am going away for a long time. I need to focus and… well timing sucks”.

 “Oh…yeah, I guess you are right”. I take a sip of tea. “Probably I should drink my tea and then get a taxi home”.

 “Yeah, we should.. you should probably do that”. He sips his own tea.

 We sit there in silence sipping the tea, the lack of space making his leg brush against mine every time he moves the slightest.  The rejection and the thought that when I get in the taxi this will probably be the end of it... well it pains me… like actually physically pains me.

 So when I have finished the tea I know it’s my last chance. “Zac ?! Can I… ask you for something ?”

 “Okay.. sure. What is it”. He put his cup down.

 “A kiss… just a goodbye kiss”. I bite my lip. “It would mean the world to me”.

 His hands are drying themself in his pants and his eyes are everywhere but me. “I am not sure...”.

 “Sorry I shouldn’t have...”. I realise my voice is all choked up and I am on the verge of tears. “... asked”.

 “Aww sweetie”. He takes my hand. “Damn…okay, just a kiss..”.

 I shake my head. “No... I don’t want a… pity kiss. Don’t feel you have to. I was being silly...”.

 Suddenly his hands grab my face and his lips are on mine, the teacup in my hand dropping to the floor, but none of us react. I have been kissed before of course, but never like this... it’s like every romance novel, sappy song and rom-com movie finally make sense.

 And it’s not the short sweet kiss I had hoped for. Within minutes he has me breathless, laying on the bed as his tongue is teaching mine a new sensual dance it never knew before.

 A small moan rises in his chest as my hands play with his hair and one of his hands has found my breast, cupping it through the dress.

 He reluctantly breaks the kiss, like it’s almost impossible for him to pull his lips from mine. His forehead resting against mine. “This is ... why I thought it was a bad idea”.

 “Bad… what..oh no… nothing bad”. My heart is pounding and the rest of my body is throbbing.

 First I think he is going to pull away, then he curses under his breath before kissing me again, even more heated.

 My hands are fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and he suddenly grabs my hand looking at me, his eyes darkening. “Are you sure ? Like completely sure about this”.

 “Yeah, completely sure”. I snuggle closer, my hands finally managing to get to his broad chest. “Never been so sure about anything in my life”.

 “I shouldn’t… I so shouldn’t”. He mumbles but his hands are already on the hunt for the zipper to my dress. “How does this open... help”.

 I giggle and roll off the bed, turning my back to him. “Little button on the top and then untie the ribbon”.

 I feel his fingers snap the little button open, then he pulls at the ribbon.  “It’s almost like Christmas…except better”.

 Turning, I unzip the small hidden zipper and lenthe dress flutter to the floor, leaving me in just my panties and shoes. “Well merry freaking Christmas”.

 “I guess I have been a really good boy this year”. He leans forward with a cheeky grin running a finger down my stomach, gracing over my panties... They say kitten on the front. “Uhh too bad I’m allergic”.

 “I promise it’s the almost hairless kind… good for people with allergies”. I say wiggling my eyebrows.

 He grabs my hips, pulling me close to him, his voice slightly deeper. “And this kitten, does it like getting ... petted”.

 I can’t really say no, I mean that would be a mood killer. “Well you can try and ... see”.

 He looks up at me, hooking his fingers into my panties and slowly pulling them down. Part of me wants to hide. I mean I have my most private area basically in his face, the other part of me finds it insanely sexy.

 When he softly presses a kiss just above my most sacred area I feel my legs go weak, then he gently pulls me down on the bed as his hands and mouth start to explore my body.

 His hands are gentle but firm, his touch exploring but experienced. I manage to pull his shirt completely off, so my hands can caress his chest and shoulders.

 Then he lowers his head, running his tongue over my n****e in cat like licks, making the sensitive nob contract almost painfully, sending desire through my veins.

 He keeps teasing me, egging me on and to be honest I am so turned on, like I have never experienced before. Not when alone and definitely not with someone. It’s like my body is on fire and desperately seeking relief, making me press myself up against his leg, sending little shocks of pleasure into my body. My fingers are clawing at his shoulders.

 “Shh baby... breathe”. He says with a soft chuckle, then he slowly travels down my body, making me grab at the sheets.

 I feel the nerves get at me again. I have only tried oral s*x once and  it was like really weird and awkward. The idea of someone having his head there, tasting me. It’s a bit…weird. I mean what if I taste bad ? Looks weird ? 

 “Well hello there pretty kitty”. He looks up at me with a wink, making me blush, but I instantly forget when his tongue runs over my most sensitive skin.

 I almost instantly forget everything about it being weird or awkward. I am to busy moaning and thrashing and trying to remember my own name… holy fuck.. I am not sure if he has… like a special talent or it’s just because he has some actual experience, but within no time I am shaking and gasping through the most mind blowing orgasm of my life.

 When he slowly slides a finger into me I am pretty sure I am going cross eyed with pleasure. It’s almost too much, too overwhelming for my senses and part of me wants to beg him to stop, the other part wants him to never stop. 

 He is making this small, almost humming sound, which for some reason drives me crazy. It could also be the fact that it sends little vibrations through my skin, adding to my sensory overload.