Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt2

He climbs on top of me, removing my shirt at the same time. Immediately after his lips crash back onto mine. This time with more urgency than before, making me let out another moan.

He chuckles against my lips and then attaches his lips to my jaw, trailing down to my neck.

He kisses around for awhile, until he kisses one spot that makes my breath hitch.

He lets out another small laugh before going to attack the spot that gave me so much pleasure.

My hands explore his muscled back. I swear this boy was crafted by God himself.

I feel the moving boy moving further down my body, reaching my breasts. He unclasps my bra, letting my boobs go free. He looks up at me and asks...

"Do you even know my name?"

I am caught off-guard by this question. I realize that I am letting this man do things to me and I don't even know the slightest thing about him.

"Uhh... no?" I respond, embarrassment filling my voice.

"I'm Vinnie. You are?"

Vinnie. Probably short for Vincent. That's hot name. And he's a hot guy.

"I'm Y/N..."

He doesn't even take a second more to talk before he connects his lips to the top of my left boob, massaging the right with his hand.

"Mmm, Vinnie," I moan out.

He switches his mouth to the right, giving me equal pleasure.

"It's so hot when you say my name like that, Y/N."

It's so hot when he does anything. His voice, his demeanor, his body, everything about his is sexy.

He continues to travel down, kissing my stomach until he gets to the top of my shorts.

Eagerly, he rips them off my body, leaving me in just my underwear. His eyes scan my body and he says, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

I blush at his words. I know that I'm pretty, but my insecurities normally get the best of me. So, it's really nice to hear someone who looks like him say something like that about me.

He looks in my eyes, which gives him the answer to his question. He knew that I didn't really know that I am beautiful. And he made it his job to show me just how pretty I am.

He kisses me again, more intimately this time. It's like I'm seeing a whole new side of him, and trust me, I'm not complaining.

His hand moves down to my underwear, but I stop him.

"You first," I say.

He looks surprised at first, but he isn't stopping me.

He stands up and I sit up moving over to him. I undo his pants and pull them down, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxers.

I pull those down too and his hard boner pops out, aching to be pleased.

I run my finger over his tip, causing his breath to hitch. Then I slide it into my mouth, receiving a moan from him, and pump what I can't fit with my hand.