Sweetly
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,628
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sweetly
\"So, what do you want to do?\"
He slid a hand between her legs and she squirmed against him, surreptitiously pressed her back harder against his chest. His hand traced lazy patters over the cotton white of her underwear, pressed and released, caressed its edges.
\"I don\'t know,\" she replied coyly. \"Whatever you want to, I guess.\"
His hand grew more insistent, and she emboldened him by enveloping it in her own. She dragged it slowly over the cotton underwear, to the elastic band that rested just a few inches below her belly button. She gave another little squirm as his fingers grazed that soft, rarely touched skin and sent ticklish shivers down her back. His breath came hot and heavy in his ear, belying the ease with which he moved. He was no more ready for this than she was, no more willing, but some stronger force obligated him.
He slid his fingers underneath that elastic waistband. They moved over her silky curls, down lower, lower, reaching a softer place. Her breath had stopped somewhere in her throat, and she tensed against him, torn between the longing and the lust and the reason that told her deep inside, no, no, this isn\'t right. He eased his leg possessively over hers and kissed her neck.
Below, his fingers moved again, slowly. She was dry, virginal-unready. His languid strokes did little to ease her, but he knew his way better than she did. It was only a matter of time. His thumb moved apart, flicking her clit, and she gave rlisrlish little gasp of unexpected pleasure. He smiled behind her; this one was ready, no matter how she pretended not to be. His thumb settled into circles around her clit, sending waves of sensation over her, while his long fingers rubbed and massaged her lips. She was getting wetter.
Her eyes were closed now, lips parted. Her hips had started to move in time with his hands, and he continued unheeded. His other hand slid underneath her neck, around to caress her br. S. She gave a cheeky little grin and moved her chest ever-so-subtly forward, so that she was pressed into the palm of his hand. He moved his hand to the top of her camisole and slid it inside.
Little hussy, he thought, tramping around without a bra.
His thumb passed lightly over her nipple and she gave another little sigh. Sensation had spread all the way to her toes and fingertips from his ministrations, and that elusive warmth had started to build within her. She pressed her bottom into him, feeling his erection, grinding against it and relishing the groan that escaped his lips. They were both lost, now, and his fingers rubbed her more insistently to prove it. He took her breast more roughly now, massaged it and lightly raked his nails over her nipples. She gave a small, helpless little mew of pleasure. The warmth came more strongly now, beating in time with her heart and her heavy breath.
His ring finger slid into her and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back. She was torn between a sharp pain and the delicious pleasure of the unknown, that finger moving inside her and enticing her toward forbidden fruit. His thumb pressed hard on her clit, and her eyes snapped back open. She exhaled shakily and moved her hips in a circle; it was a strong, sensual, erotic sensation that she needed more than she thought possible. She breathed more heavily now, her forehead sheeted in sweat, her body responding mindlessly to his ministrations. She grinded against him, and he gritted his teeth and ignored the hardness in his pants, ignored the feminine scent that filled the room now, the sheer eroticism of her body.
He dipped another finger into her and increased his rhythm between thumb and fingers; she was nearing it now, and she knew it. That warmth had increased to reach the very brink of something, and now she writhed desperately to cross it, her breasts pressed erotically into his hand and her hips grinding against him furiously, pupils dilated, sweating, shining, wanting, exuding sex and scent, so desperately wanting-
Her head came back, her mouth opened, and she let out an unmistakable, unheeded groan of pure ecstasy before her entire body tensed and tightened against his. She crossed that brink and crashed down, moaning and grinding against him, until finally the feeling of bliss subsided and she panted heavily, letting her head fall back to the pillow, her body go lax, her mind retire.
He nuzzled his face into her hair and grinned. His turn, now.
He slid a hand between her legs and she squirmed against him, surreptitiously pressed her back harder against his chest. His hand traced lazy patters over the cotton white of her underwear, pressed and released, caressed its edges.
\"I don\'t know,\" she replied coyly. \"Whatever you want to, I guess.\"
His hand grew more insistent, and she emboldened him by enveloping it in her own. She dragged it slowly over the cotton underwear, to the elastic band that rested just a few inches below her belly button. She gave another little squirm as his fingers grazed that soft, rarely touched skin and sent ticklish shivers down her back. His breath came hot and heavy in his ear, belying the ease with which he moved. He was no more ready for this than she was, no more willing, but some stronger force obligated him.
He slid his fingers underneath that elastic waistband. They moved over her silky curls, down lower, lower, reaching a softer place. Her breath had stopped somewhere in her throat, and she tensed against him, torn between the longing and the lust and the reason that told her deep inside, no, no, this isn\'t right. He eased his leg possessively over hers and kissed her neck.
Below, his fingers moved again, slowly. She was dry, virginal-unready. His languid strokes did little to ease her, but he knew his way better than she did. It was only a matter of time. His thumb moved apart, flicking her clit, and she gave rlisrlish little gasp of unexpected pleasure. He smiled behind her; this one was ready, no matter how she pretended not to be. His thumb settled into circles around her clit, sending waves of sensation over her, while his long fingers rubbed and massaged her lips. She was getting wetter.
Her eyes were closed now, lips parted. Her hips had started to move in time with his hands, and he continued unheeded. His other hand slid underneath her neck, around to caress her br. S. She gave a cheeky little grin and moved her chest ever-so-subtly forward, so that she was pressed into the palm of his hand. He moved his hand to the top of her camisole and slid it inside.
Little hussy, he thought, tramping around without a bra.
His thumb passed lightly over her nipple and she gave another little sigh. Sensation had spread all the way to her toes and fingertips from his ministrations, and that elusive warmth had started to build within her. She pressed her bottom into him, feeling his erection, grinding against it and relishing the groan that escaped his lips. They were both lost, now, and his fingers rubbed her more insistently to prove it. He took her breast more roughly now, massaged it and lightly raked his nails over her nipples. She gave a small, helpless little mew of pleasure. The warmth came more strongly now, beating in time with her heart and her heavy breath.
His ring finger slid into her and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back. She was torn between a sharp pain and the delicious pleasure of the unknown, that finger moving inside her and enticing her toward forbidden fruit. His thumb pressed hard on her clit, and her eyes snapped back open. She exhaled shakily and moved her hips in a circle; it was a strong, sensual, erotic sensation that she needed more than she thought possible. She breathed more heavily now, her forehead sheeted in sweat, her body responding mindlessly to his ministrations. She grinded against him, and he gritted his teeth and ignored the hardness in his pants, ignored the feminine scent that filled the room now, the sheer eroticism of her body.
He dipped another finger into her and increased his rhythm between thumb and fingers; she was nearing it now, and she knew it. That warmth had increased to reach the very brink of something, and now she writhed desperately to cross it, her breasts pressed erotically into his hand and her hips grinding against him furiously, pupils dilated, sweating, shining, wanting, exuding sex and scent, so desperately wanting-
Her head came back, her mouth opened, and she let out an unmistakable, unheeded groan of pure ecstasy before her entire body tensed and tightened against his. She crossed that brink and crashed down, moaning and grinding against him, until finally the feeling of bliss subsided and she panted heavily, letting her head fall back to the pillow, her body go lax, her mind retire.
He nuzzled his face into her hair and grinned. His turn, now.