Kissing Keira
Copyright© 2014 by Renpet
Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Can attractions truly be uncontrollable? I was adamant they couldn't but then again, I'd never seen anyone like Keira.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
KEIRA LAY BACK ON her bed and looked up at the ceiling. For five days her life had been full of Sebastian, even though she hadn't seen him for the last few days. He was a presence inside her that wouldn't go away.
She thought back to Uncle Tony's barbecue. It had been such a bore. The other kids were too young, the adults too old, her brother and sister too self-absorbed. She'd hated being there until she walked out onto the patio.
She'd noticed him immediately; slender with dark hair slightly too long, deep dark-brown eyes, a wide mouth with a slight wry smile on his lips, tight jeans, loose white T-shirt and a black motorbike helmet held in one hand, his other holding a green bottle of beer. The way he stood made him seem relaxed. But the way his smile grew slowly when he spotted her was devastating, almost like a sensual caress. A flush of heat had washed through her.
For almost an hour she'd studied him trying to be inconspicuous. Yet every time she glanced at him she found his dark eyes watching her, that same amazing smile on his lips.
Lying on her back, Keira touched her right hand and remembered shaking his hand. It wasn't like any handshake she'd ever experienced. His hand was dry and warm, fingers long. But it was the way he held her hand, gently, with his thumb slowly caressing the back of her hand, that sent messages storming through her. His eyes never left hers.
His voice had been surprisingly deep, silky smooth. And then he'd grinned and she'd lost time. Seb was ... he was...
Keira sighed aloud. She replayed visiting Seb in hospital. She'd not expected him to be so easy to talk to. She'd thought her attraction to him would make her nervous, but it hadn't. Seb was funny. Keira shivered slightly. He'd been unshaven in hospital and the dark stubble on his cheeks and jaw made him appear so sexy. She'd asked Mom about him and learned he was young, only twenty-five, a Liberal Arts major, and currently employed as Creative Director of the Land-Ferris Advertising Agency.
Unfortunately he'd been gone from hospital the day after she visited him. But her thoughts were full of him. Reaching out, she grabbed her iPhone and, with a deft flick of her finger, brought up the one picture she'd taken of him at the barbecue. She wondered what he was doing now. Had he thought about her since the hospital? Probably not. She was too young for him. Still, she could imagine, couldn't she?
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