pretty much a stranger; one who is just about to–
“Holy Fucking God!” She squeals when I drag my tongue and swirl it from her very centre to her very swollen tip. Hmmm, I hum and breathe in her scent–ocean and sunrise, sweet and musky, and not enough. Her legs start to shake violently and I have to hold her tighter than I normally would–unless it was intentional. I fight to keep her upright, she is wound taught with sexual tension. One of her hands is braced against the wall, the other has found its way back into my hair and is progressing nicely at scalping me. I growl into her folds and she freezes, her grip relaxes and I resume, because this is the best fucking breakfast.
“Ethan…Ethan…I…I.” She pants and squirms against my mouth. I take one hand and thread my fingers through hers against the wall. Holding her tight, we’re both white knuckled with the grip. I slide my other hand between her legs and push my two longest fingers inside her delicious wetness. Shit, she is so fucking responsive, I can’t wait to sink inside her. My balls ache at the glacial pace I’m setting, but I’m in no hurry–I have all day. I curl my finger deep inside and apply just that little bit of pressure. At that moment, I am glad my neighbour is hard of hearing. Ada’s voice tears from her just as her climax rips her apart. She clenches and quakes in my hand, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I have seen. She sinks down the wall and slides into my waiting lap–soft, sated and pliant. She sighs and tightens her arms around my neck.
Long moments pass and I don’t know what I’m waiting for, because my balls hurt enough that I should have her nailed to the floor right now. But this just feels too perfect, I can wait. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I get this strange, warm surge of hubris in my chest. Her fingers trace my lips, which curl into an unstoppable smile at her gentle, reverent touch. I lean down and she reaches up to cover my lips with soft sensual kisses. But her kiss is a little more firm with its finality, rather than teasing and seductive. “I have to go.” She jumps from my lap so quick, I topple back, sufficiently stunned with the erotic U-turn.
“I have to go.” She speaks slowly, like she would to a child, and by the look on my face the confusion means she repeats with a qualifying statement. “I have work to do.” The speed at which she is dressed, should be in some record book. I am still shell shocked in my shorts with an equally record breaking hard on.
“That’s it? That’s all I get?” I hate that I sound as hurt as I am, but she just blindsided my A-game.
“Oh, and….um…thank you.” Her smile is incredible and if I wasn’t so fucking mad, I would say she was adorable, edible, all over again.
“Consider it my donation to charity.” Okay that was low, and I physically cringe when I see her reel from shock. I add quickly because her eyes would cause bodily harm if they could. “Stand down. I meant my apartment.” I sweep my arm around at the area of concern. She is hardly playing nice herself, but she didn’t deserve that.
“Oh, don’t fucking worry,” she counters. “I’ll be back to clean your apartment before the party. But then we’re even.” She storms to the door, pulling the last of her many layers roughly over her head. She is swamped by that thing and has a look of vulnerability that doesn’t sit right. Fortunately, due to the way she just blue balled me I don’t give a shit how vulnerable she looks.
“Ada, I don’t think you understand. We are so far from being even.” My voice drops and her eyes widen. Oh, good, she does understand.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIIIIT! ” I scream into my scrunched up sweater, muffling the sound to an early morning appropriate volume. I throw my head back and look to the heavens. What were you thinking, Ada? Jesus what was that? I mean, I know it’s been a while–I’m not talking about the two or
“Holy Fucking God!” She squeals when I drag my tongue and swirl it from her very centre to her very swollen tip. Hmmm, I hum and breathe in her scent–ocean and sunrise, sweet and musky, and not enough. Her legs start to shake violently and I have to hold her tighter than I normally would–unless it was intentional. I fight to keep her upright, she is wound taught with sexual tension. One of her hands is braced against the wall, the other has found its way back into my hair and is progressing nicely at scalping me. I growl into her folds and she freezes, her grip relaxes and I resume, because this is the best fucking breakfast.
“Ethan…Ethan…I…I.” She pants and squirms against my mouth. I take one hand and thread my fingers through hers against the wall. Holding her tight, we’re both white knuckled with the grip. I slide my other hand between her legs and push my two longest fingers inside her delicious wetness. Shit, she is so fucking responsive, I can’t wait to sink inside her. My balls ache at the glacial pace I’m setting, but I’m in no hurry–I have all day. I curl my finger deep inside and apply just that little bit of pressure. At that moment, I am glad my neighbour is hard of hearing. Ada’s voice tears from her just as her climax rips her apart. She clenches and quakes in my hand, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I have seen. She sinks down the wall and slides into my waiting lap–soft, sated and pliant. She sighs and tightens her arms around my neck.
Long moments pass and I don’t know what I’m waiting for, because my balls hurt enough that I should have her nailed to the floor right now. But this just feels too perfect, I can wait. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I get this strange, warm surge of hubris in my chest. Her fingers trace my lips, which curl into an unstoppable smile at her gentle, reverent touch. I lean down and she reaches up to cover my lips with soft sensual kisses. But her kiss is a little more firm with its finality, rather than teasing and seductive. “I have to go.” She jumps from my lap so quick, I topple back, sufficiently stunned with the erotic U-turn.
“I have to go.” She speaks slowly, like she would to a child, and by the look on my face the confusion means she repeats with a qualifying statement. “I have work to do.” The speed at which she is dressed, should be in some record book. I am still shell shocked in my shorts with an equally record breaking hard on.
“That’s it? That’s all I get?” I hate that I sound as hurt as I am, but she just blindsided my A-game.
“Oh, and….um…thank you.” Her smile is incredible and if I wasn’t so fucking mad, I would say she was adorable, edible, all over again.
“Consider it my donation to charity.” Okay that was low, and I physically cringe when I see her reel from shock. I add quickly because her eyes would cause bodily harm if they could. “Stand down. I meant my apartment.” I sweep my arm around at the area of concern. She is hardly playing nice herself, but she didn’t deserve that.
“Oh, don’t fucking worry,” she counters. “I’ll be back to clean your apartment before the party. But then we’re even.” She storms to the door, pulling the last of her many layers roughly over her head. She is swamped by that thing and has a look of vulnerability that doesn’t sit right. Fortunately, due to the way she just blue balled me I don’t give a shit how vulnerable she looks.
“Ada, I don’t think you understand. We are so far from being even.” My voice drops and her eyes widen. Oh, good, she does understand.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIIIIT! ” I scream into my scrunched up sweater, muffling the sound to an early morning appropriate volume. I throw my head back and look to the heavens. What were you thinking, Ada? Jesus what was that? I mean, I know it’s been a while–I’m not talking about the two or
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