trying.” I grinned like a smug asshole. Couldn’t help myself, she was just too fucking adorable.
“Can you please be serious?” She elbowed me in the ribs, her little jab packing more of a punch than I’d anticipated.
“Fine, Beth.” I rolled onto my side, our faces inches from each other. “I seriously want to kiss you right now. And you’re going to let me because it’s what you want too.”
Maybe I was arrogant or didn’t want to give her the chance to change her mind, but I didn’t wait for a response. I wanted to very much pick up where we’d left off last night. My lips on hers. Which is exactly where I put them, my mouth hungry for hers as my tongue teased her lips apart. I should have been sweet, but I wasn’t, tilting her chin so I could get even deeper. The only time I stopped was to give her a chance to breathe, my mouth pulling away and landing on her throat.
“We shouldn’t.” Each breath deep and desperate as her hand moved against my bicep. “We got caught up in the moment last night.” Breath. “I’d had too much wine and . . . we shouldn’t.” Breath.
“Let me be clear about something, if all you want this to be is a kiss that’s fine, I’ll stop right there.” Ain’t no way we were doing anything if she didn’t want it too. And even though her body was saying yes, if her mouth said no that is exactly how far it would go. “But the only good reason why we shouldn’t is because you don’t want to, everything else is bullshit.”
Her fingers trailed along the grooves of my chest, each sweep driving me further into insanity.
“Beth?” This wasn’t the time for mixed signals and I needed the words.
“I said we shouldn’t, I didn’t say I don’t want to.”
“Well good, because unlike last night I don’t have a truck load of drugs making me stop.”
“So don’t stop.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the residual Benadryl hangover, or the fact I’d been hard for who knows how long. But hearing her say those words was enough to launch my back off that mattress and on top of her before it seemed humanly possible. I wanted her under me with her lips on mine, and I wasn’t waiting a second longer.
She parted her mouth the minute mine hit hers, the access granted juicing me up even further as my tongue decided to take the guided tour. And so my hand wouldn’t feel left out, it also joined in on the action, its own expedition happening as it moved up her leg and across her stomach.
“Max, I want to touch you.” She moaned into my ear, her hands doing their best to move, given I had almost pinned her underneath.
“I told you I have a hard time saying no to you.”
I’d barely tilted to the side when her hands went straight for my cock, wrestling it free from the boxers it had been trying to jailbreak from since dinner. If my hands hadn’t been so busy undoing the clasp of her bra I probably would have helped, but there was very little that could have pulled me away. And with a flick, the piece of lace did a David Copperfield and disappeared.
Boom. Better than Vegas.
“Fuck.” The curse fell out of my mouth as her fingers moved along the length of my cock, her tight grip half way between pleasure and pain.
New plan.
I lifted my ass off the mattress and yanked down my boxers, cursing the SOBs for not magically disappearing by themselves. And with those taken care of, it was time to get Beth to the same level, i.e. she was losing her panties ASAP.
She arched her back pressing her tits against me as my hands got busy, my fingers hitting her wet core before I could get the lace off.
“Oh, Beth.”
Her panties didn’t stand a chance, what was left of them after I’d torn them from her body were tossed aside as I forced myself to slow the fuck down.
The hand job she was giving me wasn’t helping me ease on the brakes, with the up and down along the length of my dick feeling so good I might completely give up jerking off. Clearly I had no idea what I had
“Can you please be serious?” She elbowed me in the ribs, her little jab packing more of a punch than I’d anticipated.
“Fine, Beth.” I rolled onto my side, our faces inches from each other. “I seriously want to kiss you right now. And you’re going to let me because it’s what you want too.”
Maybe I was arrogant or didn’t want to give her the chance to change her mind, but I didn’t wait for a response. I wanted to very much pick up where we’d left off last night. My lips on hers. Which is exactly where I put them, my mouth hungry for hers as my tongue teased her lips apart. I should have been sweet, but I wasn’t, tilting her chin so I could get even deeper. The only time I stopped was to give her a chance to breathe, my mouth pulling away and landing on her throat.
“We shouldn’t.” Each breath deep and desperate as her hand moved against my bicep. “We got caught up in the moment last night.” Breath. “I’d had too much wine and . . . we shouldn’t.” Breath.
“Let me be clear about something, if all you want this to be is a kiss that’s fine, I’ll stop right there.” Ain’t no way we were doing anything if she didn’t want it too. And even though her body was saying yes, if her mouth said no that is exactly how far it would go. “But the only good reason why we shouldn’t is because you don’t want to, everything else is bullshit.”
Her fingers trailed along the grooves of my chest, each sweep driving me further into insanity.
“Beth?” This wasn’t the time for mixed signals and I needed the words.
“I said we shouldn’t, I didn’t say I don’t want to.”
“Well good, because unlike last night I don’t have a truck load of drugs making me stop.”
“So don’t stop.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the residual Benadryl hangover, or the fact I’d been hard for who knows how long. But hearing her say those words was enough to launch my back off that mattress and on top of her before it seemed humanly possible. I wanted her under me with her lips on mine, and I wasn’t waiting a second longer.
She parted her mouth the minute mine hit hers, the access granted juicing me up even further as my tongue decided to take the guided tour. And so my hand wouldn’t feel left out, it also joined in on the action, its own expedition happening as it moved up her leg and across her stomach.
“Max, I want to touch you.” She moaned into my ear, her hands doing their best to move, given I had almost pinned her underneath.
“I told you I have a hard time saying no to you.”
I’d barely tilted to the side when her hands went straight for my cock, wrestling it free from the boxers it had been trying to jailbreak from since dinner. If my hands hadn’t been so busy undoing the clasp of her bra I probably would have helped, but there was very little that could have pulled me away. And with a flick, the piece of lace did a David Copperfield and disappeared.
Boom. Better than Vegas.
“Fuck.” The curse fell out of my mouth as her fingers moved along the length of my cock, her tight grip half way between pleasure and pain.
New plan.
I lifted my ass off the mattress and yanked down my boxers, cursing the SOBs for not magically disappearing by themselves. And with those taken care of, it was time to get Beth to the same level, i.e. she was losing her panties ASAP.
She arched her back pressing her tits against me as my hands got busy, my fingers hitting her wet core before I could get the lace off.
“Oh, Beth.”
Her panties didn’t stand a chance, what was left of them after I’d torn them from her body were tossed aside as I forced myself to slow the fuck down.
The hand job she was giving me wasn’t helping me ease on the brakes, with the up and down along the length of my dick feeling so good I might completely give up jerking off. Clearly I had no idea what I had
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