Chapter 3 The Spark We Shouldn't Have Lit

Michelle's POV

But as the seconds stretched, something shifted inside me. The years of saying no to every adventure, the recent loss that had shown me how fragile life really was-it all crystallized into a moment of clarity. Why had I been so afraid? Why had I let other people's rules dictate every choice I made when life could be snatched away so fast?

Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him toward me with a boldness I didn't know I possessed. This time, when our lips met, I kissed him back.

He was gentle at first, careful, as if he understood the magnitude of what this meant to me. As I responded, as I let myself fall into the sensation, the kiss deepened. Warmth consumed me as I leaned into the kiss, my lips soft against his own and could still feel the cognac taste in his mouth.

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I discovered that passion was nothing like the clinical descriptions I'd read in textbooks. This was fire and sweetness, urgency and tenderness all wrapped into one experience.

He pressed me back against his car, his hands fumbling for his key fob without breaking our connection. The smart lock chirped, and suddenly we were moving toward the car door, still kissing.

He opened the car with his right hand and we tumbled into the back seat, the leather seats cool against my back, our kisses growing more desperate. I was lost in sensations I'd never experienced before, his arms holding me firmly like I was all his.

But then he stopped.

He pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes searching mine in the dim interior light of the car. There was a question there, unspoken but clear in his expression-concern, desire, and something that looked like respect all mingled together.

I looked into his eyes and understood what he was asking. His gaze was gentle but intense, giving me the space to step away if I wanted to, but hoping I wouldn't.

Without words, I nodded.

I saw the flash of heat in his eyes as we found each other's lips again. This time was different- it was more intense.

I could feel my heart racing as his hands began to explore, tracing gentle paths along my arms, my back, my ear and my neck before growing bolder.

Pulling me closer as his tongue swept across my bottom lip. With a moan on my account, adding to the flames of desire in my chest.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as we continued kissing. He tore his

lips from mine, and placed a kiss on my forehead, my cheeks and then my nose, as his hands gently unbuttoned my clothes. The first, second and then third button, he slipped his hands through my tank top caressing my boobs like they deserved an award, I moaned gently slipping my right fingers through his hair.

"You like it?" he whispered in my ear, his deep husky voice making my heart race, I nodded.

His touch became more confident.

I guess he knew exactly how my body responded to what he did, he brought his lips and sucked my n*****s, using his tongue on them. I held him more firmly...

his hands slipped into my shorts with careful reverence and slipped two fingers into my p***y and kept thrusting in and out while he kept sucking my nipples and his big tumb playing with my cl**t.

My body gave reactions I couldn't comprehend. "Oh Ray" I murmured, as I bit my lips, "have you done this before?" he asked, placing a kiss on my lips, as I shook my head.

"Then let me give it to you the way you won't forget in a while" he said with a smirk. He unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and removed my shorts while I quickly unbuttoned the hook on his trouser-at least I saw in movies how they do it-he sat and pulled his trousers while I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere. Something about how tight the space was, made the atmosphere more intense.

As I ran my hands over his built body, I felt how hard it was and kept wondering if he had been plucked from a billboard.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked with a concerned face.

I quickly went for his lips so I won't think twice, then he kissed me more deeply.

He pulled his boxers and threw them elsewhere. I could feel his d**k hard against my thighs now.

He used his two hands to gently pull my thighs apart, while we kissed slightly opening my mouth giving him full access.

He slid his right hand and pulled out my white panties.

As he pushed his c**k into my p***y, I gasped and moaned all at once, my mouth wide open. The feeling was strange, yet ecstatic. He quickly wanted to pull out, when I held him more tightly to continue.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors of my p***y gently, this time felt better than the first, he continued thrusting harder and slow, kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly.

I wrapped my legs on his waist, giving him more space, to thrust deeper.

"You're so tight and sweet Michelle" he whispered in my ear as he starts pounding harder with the sound of our skin slamming against each other, his breath getting irregular.

When he groaned and slammed my p***y for the last time my legs gave out as they shook. I made sounds I didn't understand, it was my first and it was nice.

He kissed my forehead and fell on me trying to catch his breath.