Post Seven: My Type, His Type. Our Type.

Elli

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit! HOLY SHIT!

Morgan Clery. Morgan fucking Clery. Jesus fucking Christ!

My whole body was screaming at me, willing me to continue, begging me to, really. It would not let this opportunity pass. Despite being totally excited, I was also nervous. My body trembled as I sat on his lap in the cab. Only a 7 minute drive (usually less, but the festival march party was impeding us), and it still felt like an eternity.

We made out the entire way. So cliché, I know. But how could I not?

I always wondered what type of people made out in cabs. This type. My type, his type. Our type. This indescribable wanting could not be stopped for anything, would not be stopped! His lips were incredible, so full, and soft. With a slight roughness to him. Not what I expected. Although, I wasn't exactly certain what I had expected. His face was a little coarse from being freshly shaved. You know? That sort of stubble it gets by night that rubs against your skin. I didn't mind it. It felt good. I wanted more of it.

He moved his hands all over my body, unable to find a way in. Suddenly his hand was going up my dress. Inside I froze, but my lips kept moving against him. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing the back of it firmly. Keeping his mouth against mine.

Was Morgan Clery going to finger me right in the cab? Would he do that? Would I let him? It was hard to say. I decided it would be a, see how it goes, type deal. I could always slyly move my body to halt him.

But he didn't, he just touched my stomach, my skin, feeling the warmth of it. Not going down my underwear, just stroking around the area. Teasing me, really. It felt like the cab ride would never end.

Then it did.

Not much was said.

He basically threw money at the cab driver and grabbed my hand pulling me out behind him. We were laughing now. It was hard not to. We ran to the elevator, jumping inside as quickly as possible. No one was with us. So we went at it again. He grabbed my waist, pulling me up against him, and he lowered his head to kiss me, trailing down my cheek, to my neck.

I accidentally moaned, and then caught myself by biting my lower lip.

Jesus fucking Christ. Morgan Clery.

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