but I didn’t think you–”
“Didn’t think I would what? Be offended? I’m not.” I snap my interruption and Ada jumps. My jaw clenches because I fucking am. I want her to tell me, to be the one she whispers to, not Buddy. That she would joke about it just pissed me off, but she doesn’t need to know that. “But you were rude and after my hospitality, I think it’s only fair that I return the sentiment.” I step up, quickly taking her in my arms, and walking her until her back is pressed against the wall. We hit with the force of my eagerness and our momentum. She gasps and I groan. My mouth covers hers; her hands fist into my damp hair and she pulls me with equal ferocity against her mouth. I can’t get close enough, and there are too many damn clothes in the way. I keep my mouth soft and urgent, kissing and sucking her lips, not giving her the chance to voice her protestations. My hands grab the edge of her oversized sweatshirt. I could slip it off her shoulders it’s so fucking big, but I pull it and another sweater over her head. I tug at her ugly misshaped grey sweatpants only to find another pair of jeans underneath.
“Jesus Christ, woman, why are you wearing so many layers?” I see her hesitate, and her eyes flash with a reservation I am far too gone to want to explore–another time maybe but not right now. “You know what? None of my business.” She smiles and her shoulders sink about an inch with her relaxing breath. She eagerly helps with the buttons on her shirt and jeans, and once the T-shirt is gone, we are down to gold. Bra and panties, and flawless, silken skin. I step back and drag my eyes up her mostly naked body. She starts to cross her arms, but stops at the slow shake of my head.
“I don’t think–” She starts to voice her concern, but I growl my interruption.
“Hmm…and I think that is a great idea. Don’t think.” I hold still and I can hear her heart thumping; the rhythm is hypnotic. I place my large hand on the centre of her chest, just above her soft swelling breasts, and I take a moment to enjoy the racing beat. I push my body flush against hers, and drop to my knees in reverence at the offering before me. I keep my hand in place and she watches me with trepidation in her eyes. That’s why I know this is an offering. She is so unsure but so driven by her desire, she is utterly helpless to resist what is about to happen. It feels like she is sacrificing something deep inside; her face is etched with a world of turmoil. I should stop…this girl screams complication with her secrets.
Despite her struggle, unlike before, she is right with me–every breath, every beat–and right now I’ll take her sacrifice if it means I get to be inside her. I need to be inside her. I drag my hand down the centre of her body, and I can feel her shaking, her deep blue eyes wide with tempered lust. Fuck that, I want her wild with lust…I want that passion–that fire. I want us to burn in it.
Her skin is impossibly soft, and a deep guttural groan rises from the pit of my stomach when I peel her panties down her legs to reveal that she is bare and glistening with her own arousal. She has an intricate tattoo just above her pubic bone; not permanent, some sort of henna. It’s pretty, delicate, erotic–just like her. She tenses and whimpers, her hands pulling the strands of my hair so tight I would think she doesn’t want me to lick her into next week. “You want me to stop?” I blow a little puff of air on an exhale, and she practically jumps back up the wall.
“Oh, God, no! Please don’t do that.” Her little panting pleas are all the encouragement I need– almost all.
“You’re gonna need to loosen the vice grip on my hair then, baby.” My wide smile is met with an embarrassed flush to her smiling cheeks.
“Oh, sorry, it’s just been a while.” She bites her lips tight and frowns, unhappy with the disclosure. Well, that sort of information is private, I guess. I am
“Didn’t think I would what? Be offended? I’m not.” I snap my interruption and Ada jumps. My jaw clenches because I fucking am. I want her to tell me, to be the one she whispers to, not Buddy. That she would joke about it just pissed me off, but she doesn’t need to know that. “But you were rude and after my hospitality, I think it’s only fair that I return the sentiment.” I step up, quickly taking her in my arms, and walking her until her back is pressed against the wall. We hit with the force of my eagerness and our momentum. She gasps and I groan. My mouth covers hers; her hands fist into my damp hair and she pulls me with equal ferocity against her mouth. I can’t get close enough, and there are too many damn clothes in the way. I keep my mouth soft and urgent, kissing and sucking her lips, not giving her the chance to voice her protestations. My hands grab the edge of her oversized sweatshirt. I could slip it off her shoulders it’s so fucking big, but I pull it and another sweater over her head. I tug at her ugly misshaped grey sweatpants only to find another pair of jeans underneath.
“Jesus Christ, woman, why are you wearing so many layers?” I see her hesitate, and her eyes flash with a reservation I am far too gone to want to explore–another time maybe but not right now. “You know what? None of my business.” She smiles and her shoulders sink about an inch with her relaxing breath. She eagerly helps with the buttons on her shirt and jeans, and once the T-shirt is gone, we are down to gold. Bra and panties, and flawless, silken skin. I step back and drag my eyes up her mostly naked body. She starts to cross her arms, but stops at the slow shake of my head.
“I don’t think–” She starts to voice her concern, but I growl my interruption.
“Hmm…and I think that is a great idea. Don’t think.” I hold still and I can hear her heart thumping; the rhythm is hypnotic. I place my large hand on the centre of her chest, just above her soft swelling breasts, and I take a moment to enjoy the racing beat. I push my body flush against hers, and drop to my knees in reverence at the offering before me. I keep my hand in place and she watches me with trepidation in her eyes. That’s why I know this is an offering. She is so unsure but so driven by her desire, she is utterly helpless to resist what is about to happen. It feels like she is sacrificing something deep inside; her face is etched with a world of turmoil. I should stop…this girl screams complication with her secrets.
Despite her struggle, unlike before, she is right with me–every breath, every beat–and right now I’ll take her sacrifice if it means I get to be inside her. I need to be inside her. I drag my hand down the centre of her body, and I can feel her shaking, her deep blue eyes wide with tempered lust. Fuck that, I want her wild with lust…I want that passion–that fire. I want us to burn in it.
Her skin is impossibly soft, and a deep guttural groan rises from the pit of my stomach when I peel her panties down her legs to reveal that she is bare and glistening with her own arousal. She has an intricate tattoo just above her pubic bone; not permanent, some sort of henna. It’s pretty, delicate, erotic–just like her. She tenses and whimpers, her hands pulling the strands of my hair so tight I would think she doesn’t want me to lick her into next week. “You want me to stop?” I blow a little puff of air on an exhale, and she practically jumps back up the wall.
“Oh, God, no! Please don’t do that.” Her little panting pleas are all the encouragement I need– almost all.
“You’re gonna need to loosen the vice grip on my hair then, baby.” My wide smile is met with an embarrassed flush to her smiling cheeks.
“Oh, sorry, it’s just been a while.” She bites her lips tight and frowns, unhappy with the disclosure. Well, that sort of information is private, I guess. I am
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