Kimmie's stories always contain memorable lines in addition to the hottest sex scenes. "His bed was my world." Who hasn't felt that in a special moment? And isn't it delicious?
Once again, with great pride, here is Kimmie:
Snuggle-Bunnies, part 2
No.
No, not good, not good. This was bad. All I wanted was to give in to his hands and tongue. It would be so easy to just flow with the movement of our bodies, to let biology take over. My mind was already racing with thoughts of what he would feel like inside me, wondering how he fucked. Most of my traitorous mind was encouraging my body to satiate its mating curiosity with this handsome man whose glorious bed was now my world. My blood was demanding I let him touch me just as insistently as my stomach might growl for dinner. But this was a meal I needed to skip.
“No, no, no. Get off!” I tried to roll one way and push him in the other. This was ridiculous. I knew better than to get in his bed. I knew better. The small part of my mind that was still sane nagged at me. I was only staying at his house because my other friend had family in town and no room for me. It made more sense to just stay in his big cushy guest room than try to find a spot on her floor and share hot water with ten other people in the morning. I should have stuck to my guns and stayed in the guest room. I should never have walked down that hall.
His ex was a piece of work from what I had seen and heard, but he was no prize himself in the relationship department. She was crazy and vicious, but he was jealous and possessive. It was volatile between them. They’d had about six good months and then spent the next four years trying to break up. They’d dragged everyone in the group into their problems at one point or another, and the last thing I needed was to be a major player in the drama. I needed him off me.
I couldn’t budge him. Somehow his legs were wrapped in and around mine and since he was laying on top of me, I couldn’t really get away. I shoved and pushed as he kept trying to kiss and grope. Briefly, I considered bringing my knee into his balls, but I didn’t want to hurt him. It was me who had made that trip down the hall to his room, not the other way around. And as masculine and macho as he was, I knew that deep inside, he was pretty fragile. His jealousy was thinly disguised insecurity, so I wanted to let him down easy. No reason to be a bitch, but we still needed to stop.
I started giggling. It was just so absurd, me pushing and him pulling and neither of us getting anywhere. Seriously, were we children? It was like arguing over the last piece of candy. “Babe, really. Stop. We need to stop,” I said, putting my hand over his mouth. He reached his tongue out and licked in between my fingers. Oh god. It felt good. He was grinning like a schoolboy, knowing exactly what he was doing and how it was affecting me. Quickly, I snatched my hand back and rolled off the bed onto my feet.
“NO!” he shouted, lunging toward me. I hopped backwards and tripped over his shoe, crashing to the floor. At the same time, his lunge sent him over the edge of the bed, where he landed in a heap of arms and legs and comforter in front of me. Now we were both laughing like idiots, sprawled on the cold hardwood floor.
He untangled himself and stood up, offering me his hand. Still giggling, I took it and he hauled me up. I hugged him, glad for the break in the action. I sat down on the side of the bed as he gathered up the comforter and a few stray pillows. We set them back where they belonged. “Listen, we can’t do that,” I said. “We need to be just friends, don’t you agree?”
“I swear, I didn’t know I was doing it,” he said, his eyebrows raised over intense, honest eyes. “My ex told me that I used to do that to her, too, attack her in the middle of the night for sex. I swear I don’t remember it, it’s like I do it in my sleep.”
Wow. That was a first. Sleep sex? Whatever. I wasn’t going to argue or delve any deeper into it at that moment. Whether he was conscious of climbing on top of me earlier or not, the fact was that we were properly separated now, and that was the important part.
I shivered. He crawled into the bed on his side and lifted the comforter, inviting me in. I looked at him like he was crazy. “I swear, just to warm up,” he smiled. He really was very handsome, and his faux innocence was adorable. However, I’d just been there and knew better than to go back there again.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I think I’ll head back to my room. I don’t want to chance you falling asleep and attacking me again.” He smiled and burrowed into his pillow, pulling the huge puffy blanket up under his chin.
"Stay here with me and play snuggle-bunnies," he mumbled into the pillow.
“I’m sure it would be lovely,” I replied. “But I’m going back to my room.”
“I love you,” he sighed.
“I know you do.”
He was asleep instantly. I gathered my clothes from around the room, got dressed and quietly left.
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