know I trust you.”
"Good," he says.
He leans in and we kiss. I run my hands across his hard body, tracing the lines of his overly defined muscles. He's unbelievably sexy and desire blooms inside of me. I've wanted to consummate our love many times, but Jans’ restraint is a rock. We make out, fool around, but he absolutely refuses to have sex with me until I'm eighteen. I know he's not just worried about the law, after all we’re both part of a criminal family. It's a matter of honor and respect for him. It makes me love him even more, even if it drives me nuts.
His hand slides up under my shirt and it tingles where he touches my skin. I grow moist in my panties and moan as his hand finds my breast, kneading his way up until he finds my nipple. He gently pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and I stiffen in response, waves of pleasure running through my body. I moan into his mouth and thrust my hips against him. I can feel the rock hard steel of his cock bulging against his pants. My hand fumbles with the button of his jeans until at last it pops free. His cock is straining so hard to get out that the zipper starts undoing itself. I slide my hand under his boxers and take his mighty girth, stroking slowly up and down. He moans into my mouth. I pull back from him, staring into his eyes, I silently beg him to give it all to me. I want him to take me, right here, right now, but he gives me the most imperceptible shake of his head. His willpower is incredible. I know he wants me. I know how hard it is for me to not take him and I can't imagine it’s any easier for him to not consummate our love.
"Please," I beg.
"Not yet," he says softly. "I want it to be special. I want it to be worthy of you."
My body has other ideas. I ache for him with a deep, pulsing need. I tighten my grip on his cock and pull then I'm rewarded by the first hints of stickiness in my hand as I reach the head.
"You want me," I say.
"Yes," he says.
I push him off of me and he doesn't resist. I see the hurt in his eyes but I've got something planned. I sit up on the bed and pull my shirt over my head, my left breast is already hanging out of my bra so I undo it and set them both free. Then I take my pants and slide them down over my hips so that I'm naked and exposed before him. The way his eyes roam over me, the way he licks his lips, the way I see him swallow hard makes me feel desired and beautiful in ways that only he can make me feel. I spread my legs exposing my most inner self to him. I take my right hand and slowly trace the line down across my breasts and across my stomach until I reach my inner folds.
Jans moans as his hand slides under the waistband of his boxers. He’s stroking himself and it makes me want him even more. My mind is shutting down as it's flooded with desire and need. There's an empty ache inside of me begging to be filled. I trace the lines of my opening down, in, and back up until I reached the top where my pearl is hidden inside folds of delicate skin. I press down and rub bringing some measure of relief to myself. I can feel an orgasm winding up inside. I moan and rock my hips while keeping my eyes locked on Jans. His gaze darts between my eyes and what my hand is doing. As I begin to rub faster he strokes in time. I groan and Jans grunts.
"Oh god, LeAnne," Jans exclaims.
I smile as the spring of my pleasure tightens. It builds in my belly and as it does, I rub faster, rubbing my pearl with wild abandon. The sound of his hand stroking his cock makes it even better, knowing he’s getting off on me. He may not be ready to give me everything yet but I can give him this. As my orgasm takes me my toes curl up, my back arches, and my hair tingles. I hear Jans cry out and then his hot load dumps on my stomach. I open my eyes and he smiles shaking his head.
"I love you, LeAnne," he says.
"I love you, too," I reply.
I push myself through two more minutes on the speed bag. Every muscle screams to stop but I
"Good," he says.
He leans in and we kiss. I run my hands across his hard body, tracing the lines of his overly defined muscles. He's unbelievably sexy and desire blooms inside of me. I've wanted to consummate our love many times, but Jans’ restraint is a rock. We make out, fool around, but he absolutely refuses to have sex with me until I'm eighteen. I know he's not just worried about the law, after all we’re both part of a criminal family. It's a matter of honor and respect for him. It makes me love him even more, even if it drives me nuts.
His hand slides up under my shirt and it tingles where he touches my skin. I grow moist in my panties and moan as his hand finds my breast, kneading his way up until he finds my nipple. He gently pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and I stiffen in response, waves of pleasure running through my body. I moan into his mouth and thrust my hips against him. I can feel the rock hard steel of his cock bulging against his pants. My hand fumbles with the button of his jeans until at last it pops free. His cock is straining so hard to get out that the zipper starts undoing itself. I slide my hand under his boxers and take his mighty girth, stroking slowly up and down. He moans into my mouth. I pull back from him, staring into his eyes, I silently beg him to give it all to me. I want him to take me, right here, right now, but he gives me the most imperceptible shake of his head. His willpower is incredible. I know he wants me. I know how hard it is for me to not take him and I can't imagine it’s any easier for him to not consummate our love.
"Please," I beg.
"Not yet," he says softly. "I want it to be special. I want it to be worthy of you."
My body has other ideas. I ache for him with a deep, pulsing need. I tighten my grip on his cock and pull then I'm rewarded by the first hints of stickiness in my hand as I reach the head.
"You want me," I say.
"Yes," he says.
I push him off of me and he doesn't resist. I see the hurt in his eyes but I've got something planned. I sit up on the bed and pull my shirt over my head, my left breast is already hanging out of my bra so I undo it and set them both free. Then I take my pants and slide them down over my hips so that I'm naked and exposed before him. The way his eyes roam over me, the way he licks his lips, the way I see him swallow hard makes me feel desired and beautiful in ways that only he can make me feel. I spread my legs exposing my most inner self to him. I take my right hand and slowly trace the line down across my breasts and across my stomach until I reach my inner folds.
Jans moans as his hand slides under the waistband of his boxers. He’s stroking himself and it makes me want him even more. My mind is shutting down as it's flooded with desire and need. There's an empty ache inside of me begging to be filled. I trace the lines of my opening down, in, and back up until I reached the top where my pearl is hidden inside folds of delicate skin. I press down and rub bringing some measure of relief to myself. I can feel an orgasm winding up inside. I moan and rock my hips while keeping my eyes locked on Jans. His gaze darts between my eyes and what my hand is doing. As I begin to rub faster he strokes in time. I groan and Jans grunts.
"Oh god, LeAnne," Jans exclaims.
I smile as the spring of my pleasure tightens. It builds in my belly and as it does, I rub faster, rubbing my pearl with wild abandon. The sound of his hand stroking his cock makes it even better, knowing he’s getting off on me. He may not be ready to give me everything yet but I can give him this. As my orgasm takes me my toes curl up, my back arches, and my hair tingles. I hear Jans cry out and then his hot load dumps on my stomach. I open my eyes and he smiles shaking his head.
"I love you, LeAnne," he says.
"I love you, too," I reply.
I push myself through two more minutes on the speed bag. Every muscle screams to stop but I
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