beautiful too, I've discovered. Not just on the outside, but on the inside. I'd never seen it before, probably because I hadn't looked hard enough, but he truly is. He's beautiful in an imperfect, harsh, misunderstood kind of way, and I'm beginning to find that's my most favorite kind of beauty of all.
His arms press into the bed as he leans up over me, glancing down at my face with lowered eyelids. There's something so raw in his expression. So wonderfully, wonderfully raw. I drag him back down so that I can taste his lips once more. His lips are my addiction and I never plan to quit them. My back arches as our bare chests brush together.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” I breathe.
He kisses my heated cheek. “I'd wait forever for you.”
I bite that bottom lip of his, causing him to grunt in approval, then roll over on top. My hair falls over one of my shoulders, tickling his chest. His hands automatically reach up to palm my breasts as he gazes wondrously at my body. My panties come off next, and I drop them over the side of his bed.
“I'm keeping them,” he informs me with a teasing smirk.
I roll my eyes playfully. “You're stealing my panties? Some things never change.”
Laughing, he pushes up his hips to get rid of his boxer briefs. When we're both finally and perfectly naked, he sits up with me still in his lap and tugs at my earlobe with his teeth, causing my whole body to shiver in delight at the sensations. I give a needy whimper, grinding shamelessly against him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, whipping us around until his body covers mine again. He's fast as frigging lightning putting the condom on, and then he's lining himself up against me, brushing up and down against my opening in the most tantalizing of ways.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't wait any longer, and I lock my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. We both sigh in unison as he slides inside and we find home, right there in each others bodies.
One of Walt's hands cups my head and the other sits by my shoulder as he rocks into me, again and again in a brilliant rhythm. Soft mewls escape my lips as I throw my head back in ecstasy. He worships my body, loves it, makes it ache in incredible ways.
Our skin slides together, a fine sheen of sweat making us glisten as we move. His skin is darker than mine, the dark lines of the tattoos contrasting vividly with my own pale skin. I love the differences between us. He kisses every inch of me he can reach, and I clutch him tighter, unwilling to ever let him go. I'll never be able to get enough of him.
Soon I'm flying right over the edge, swept away in a wave of bliss and pure magic. Walt follows me over, yelling my name hoarsely, holding me tight against him as he lets go.
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I DON'T KNOW how many times we go at it, but he makes good on that promise to kiss me all over. I'm a puddle of goo by the time we finally collapse into the sheets, barely even able to lift my limp arm. Contentedly, Walt traces the black marks he's left on my skin with a quiet chuckle. Most of the charcoal has rubbed away by now, but I'm still in definite need of a shower.
“Sorry about that,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. I know the feeling – it's hard to feel anything other than completely blissed out right now. “Guess I should've washed up first. I was planning to, but then you got all naked and my brain rushed right to my dick.”
“I look like I've been having sex with a chimney sweep,” I reply cheerfully.
“That one of your fantasies? Dirty, dirty girl.”
“Ha ha,” I say dryly. He's got sleep tattoos on his cheek from where he's been laying against a crease in the pillow, and I trace the line fondly with the tip of my finger before moving it over the sharp lines of his face. I brush his full bottom lip with my thumb. “Burn.”
He laughs again. These days he always seems to be laughing. “You're funny.”
“You're going to break my heart,” I whisper, my heart
His arms press into the bed as he leans up over me, glancing down at my face with lowered eyelids. There's something so raw in his expression. So wonderfully, wonderfully raw. I drag him back down so that I can taste his lips once more. His lips are my addiction and I never plan to quit them. My back arches as our bare chests brush together.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” I breathe.
He kisses my heated cheek. “I'd wait forever for you.”
I bite that bottom lip of his, causing him to grunt in approval, then roll over on top. My hair falls over one of my shoulders, tickling his chest. His hands automatically reach up to palm my breasts as he gazes wondrously at my body. My panties come off next, and I drop them over the side of his bed.
“I'm keeping them,” he informs me with a teasing smirk.
I roll my eyes playfully. “You're stealing my panties? Some things never change.”
Laughing, he pushes up his hips to get rid of his boxer briefs. When we're both finally and perfectly naked, he sits up with me still in his lap and tugs at my earlobe with his teeth, causing my whole body to shiver in delight at the sensations. I give a needy whimper, grinding shamelessly against him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, whipping us around until his body covers mine again. He's fast as frigging lightning putting the condom on, and then he's lining himself up against me, brushing up and down against my opening in the most tantalizing of ways.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't wait any longer, and I lock my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. We both sigh in unison as he slides inside and we find home, right there in each others bodies.
One of Walt's hands cups my head and the other sits by my shoulder as he rocks into me, again and again in a brilliant rhythm. Soft mewls escape my lips as I throw my head back in ecstasy. He worships my body, loves it, makes it ache in incredible ways.
Our skin slides together, a fine sheen of sweat making us glisten as we move. His skin is darker than mine, the dark lines of the tattoos contrasting vividly with my own pale skin. I love the differences between us. He kisses every inch of me he can reach, and I clutch him tighter, unwilling to ever let him go. I'll never be able to get enough of him.
Soon I'm flying right over the edge, swept away in a wave of bliss and pure magic. Walt follows me over, yelling my name hoarsely, holding me tight against him as he lets go.
+++
I DON'T KNOW how many times we go at it, but he makes good on that promise to kiss me all over. I'm a puddle of goo by the time we finally collapse into the sheets, barely even able to lift my limp arm. Contentedly, Walt traces the black marks he's left on my skin with a quiet chuckle. Most of the charcoal has rubbed away by now, but I'm still in definite need of a shower.
“Sorry about that,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. I know the feeling – it's hard to feel anything other than completely blissed out right now. “Guess I should've washed up first. I was planning to, but then you got all naked and my brain rushed right to my dick.”
“I look like I've been having sex with a chimney sweep,” I reply cheerfully.
“That one of your fantasies? Dirty, dirty girl.”
“Ha ha,” I say dryly. He's got sleep tattoos on his cheek from where he's been laying against a crease in the pillow, and I trace the line fondly with the tip of my finger before moving it over the sharp lines of his face. I brush his full bottom lip with my thumb. “Burn.”
He laughs again. These days he always seems to be laughing. “You're funny.”
“You're going to break my heart,” I whisper, my heart
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