Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,9

knocked him fully to the ground. All that I could hope for is that I hadn’t injured him. My appraised what my eyes could not see. Running them against his chest, searching for his shoulders, damn this man was built.

He said nothing and sounded like perhaps he was laughing? Yup, definitely laughing.

Trying to get up, and adjust myself, I saw the small glow of my phone above what I could assume was his head. I pulled my hands above his and lost my grip…

Oh shit, he just got a face full of my breasts.

“Shit…I should just extend an open and standing apology.” Embarrassed was an understatement of how I felt.

He laughed, and his hands…wow brawny hands landed around my hips…more like on my ass, which was pretty exposed. I felt his hands linger a bit longer before proceeding to moved down my thighs…shit my dress was around my waist. His touch was like tiny electrical shocks on my exposed flesh. His touch was smooth and heated. Oh, shit I could feel myself getting aroused. I could tell he was feeling every detail of my body as if his eyes were attached to his fingers.

Thank god, it was dark down here. If someone were to see this, it would look extremely bad, hell; I was pretty much straddling this poor man. Moreover, if his hands kept up this erotic movement against my skin, I would undoubtedly cum.

“No need,” he offered obviously amused “You’re pretty light,” he added. Adjusting slightly, the pooling ached at my center, as it was clear his arousal was now pressing directly into my clit. Oh, lord, I could tell this man was more than endowed, blessed would be a better description. I needed to move myself off him and quickly!

I rolled off him and sat up. I was too afraid of trying to climb off him. Slowly, I pulled myself up to my feet; I could hear him wrestling himself up.

I turned and slammed myself up into his chest.

“Yeah, invoking my open apology.”

It was so dark that I couldn’t truly make him out. Again he laughed.

My body trembled as his hands dropped to my hips.

I was about to put him in his place when I realized he was pulling my dress down.

Shit, I had forgotten that my dress now rose to my waist.

My cheek still pressed to his chest; I sensed that he was much taller than I was. My hands rose up his forearms, and around his biceps…wow, he was built, and the material of his shirt was like heaven.

What thread count was it? Definitely expensive, his cologne…very nice!

Curiosity had me engaged; perhaps it was my now blossoming need. Sucking in a deep breath, taking more of his scent, I was more than just a bit curious, I was desperately aroused. Damn, I needed to get laid!

I wondered what he looked like. It was too dark to tell, but I suspected he must me somewhat attractive; he undoubtedly took exceptional care of himself. Most unattractive guys didn’t put a lot of effort into the details.

I felt his hands on me, holding me to him. His face leaned down, his lips grazed mine and paused. I could feel his breath on me. Panic, fear and anticipation caught me frozen in his hold. The unkown pulled at a longing in me. The feel of his body pressed to mine, his lips so close to claiming the one part of me I wouldn’t willingly give to anyone, yet I was tempted. In the darkness of a dingy storage room, I wanted to let go for the first time. The word circled my head like an alarm. No.

Finally, I moved my head slightly freeing both of us, from whatever it was that had us frozen.

“Shh,…do you hear that?” He whispered down into the side of my neck. I could make out an accent in his quiet tone…still standing up into his arms and chest, I stilled myself listening to hear what he heard. Any distraction would be a good one at the moment. His hands still pressed around me holding me with such care? This was weird. His touch against the lowest part of my back, reminded me of what it should feel to be held by a man whom cared for you. A man that owned you. Owned. The simple thought had my shudder in his, reminding me to listen.

“Oh shit,” I whispered. Did I just hear someone moan?

I silently laughed into his chest. Damn, he smelled good.

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