Quick

If you've read stories by me before, you may realize that this is a different writing style than I usually use. I tried to do something unordinary -- it's kind of more poetic, I think. Has more rhythm, haha.

Most likely a oneshot. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think. :)

ps - I would recommend reading it slowly. It's understood and flows better that way. And it'll give you more tingles, I think. ;) (Or maybe that's just me... hehe.)

Enjoy!

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"Oh..."

Panting.

"Oh, fuck... Luce..."

Slapping of skin against skin.

"Unnh... mmm..."

Touching her breasts with dirty hands; groping them like finding bruises on cantaloupe.

"L... Lucy..." Increasing his movement. Penetrating harder. Faster. Jutting his hips forward. And back. Then forward. Faster. "L... Fu-fuck..."

Wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "J-Jacob..." She was urging him.

Hurry the fuck up she was pleading silently.

Groaning. More panting. Sweat coating the sheets, their skin.

Fucking as hard as he could.

Rocking his hips. Moaning, "I'm cumming..."

She was feeling it already: The rupturing of his cock inside her tight walls. The quick thrusting meaning he was growing tired. Exhausted.

One orgasm; the end.

Rocking her hips. Pleading, "Faster, Jacob..."

She was wanting more. Desperately. Pinching her nipples, because he thought she liked that, she releases a hiss and bites his shoulder. He likes that.

She mentally kicks herself for pleasing him more than necessary.

Another pulse. "Unnh... oh... fuck!" Crying out, "Lucy!" Holding it out for the world to hear.

Collapsing on top of her, his cheeks pressing into her racing bosom. She pants and sighs.

She didn't cum.

Again.

Lying there for one minute, he perks up his head; breathes roughly along her neck. "...baby..." Panting. "...I...love...you..." Smiling, laughing once. Kissing just below her jaw. Fatigued. Done.

Rolling over, he blows out the one candle and nestles into the mattress.

She waits. Thinks. Her hair is damp. Her skin is melting. Her body is tightening. Her urge is thickening.

She isn't finished.

Waiting five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty. Snoring. Finally; he sleeps.

Kicking off the blankets, slowly, ever so, she slips into skimpy shorts and a black hoodie. No bra. No panties. Glancing at the clock, she sees she has not much time before he wakes for his regular midnight excretion.

Closing the door securely. Jogging down the stairwell into the garage. Starting the car; peeling out quietly. Five minute drive down four streets.

She parks the car. Locks it. Jogs to the top of the steps. Knocks once.

"Hello?" says the voice behind the door.

"It's me."

The door opens. Her short violet hair drips water, redolent of pomegranate. Her face is soft, clear of cosmetics. Grinning slyly, already knowing the answer, she asks, "Need something?"

Swallowing. Eyeing her intensely. "It needs to be quick," she states firmly.

The smile trickles briefly to a frown. Puckering back up into a pursed smile, she whispers, "Okay."

Letting herself in, she walks straight back, through the kitchen and parlor, past the bathroom and study and guest room. Pushing open the door. Unzipping her jacket. Shimmying out of her shorts.

Walking by, the violet-haired woman smirked. "You are in a hurry, aren't you?"

She growls, "Please." Two of her fingers droop down; stroke her erect clit.

Smirking still, the woman nods. Shuts the door behind her. Tosses her bra onto the carpet. Wiggles out of her underwear. Crawls onto the bed. Kisses the girl. Softly.

Hungry, she lies back, pulling the woman with her. Feverishly kissing back. Forcing her tongue in. Wraps her legs around her waist. Presses her hands into her back. She needs this now.

Rubbing her dainty fingers down the girl's sides, she moans into the kiss. Breaks away from it. Lets her mouth pause at her chin. Caresses.

Juices slide down her slit. Anticipating. She moans, "Hurry."

Fighting back the remark, the woman pecks at the veins outlining her neck. Tender butterflies. Her tongue connects them, lathering the jugular.

Eyes roll back.

Retreating downward. Kissing the valley between her breasts. Kissing up the right's curve. Kissing the supple nipple gently.

Arches her back. Groans. Pants.

Suckling. Glimpsing up. Watching the wriggle of her shoulders, the flutter of her eyelids, the twitching of her lips. Biting.

Moans the woman's name. Growing delirious. Rakes fingers through her hair. Frazzled.

Presses her lips to the untouched nub. Suckles. Reaches and massages the recently abused teat. Enjoys the taste.

Breathes heavily. Moans the woman's name again. Again. Again.

Leaves the bosom. Retreats to the navel; dips, licks.

She's close already.

Moves to the waist. Pecks the mound covering the sanctity.

"Wait," she says, lifting her head; breathing ragged. "Jacob"-- she pants --"didn't wear a condom."

Wrinkles her nose.

"Rub me," she demands. "Raw."

Gleaming eyes. Leans upward; captures her lips. Hands spread her milky thighs. Fingers tease her inner lips.

Whimpers into the kiss.

Places her hands on top of the girl's thighs. Gingerly caressing. Positions herself between the V. Pushes her hips; grinds once.

Releases the kiss; cries out in pleasure. "More..."

Pulls back; presses again. Their clits kiss.

Both of them shiver. Moan.

She lifts her hips to meet the woman's rhythm. Her body burns. Heated passion.

The woman thrusts faster. Harder. Removes her hands from the thighs; places them on the girl's bouncing breasts. Flicks her thumbs; cups the glands.

Panting. Moaning. Fucking.

The girl's hold around the woman's waist, miraculously, tightens. Closer. Her nails scrape the plane of her back. Bites on her shoulder. Leaves a mark.

Lays her body down. Hips don't stop.

Clits kiss again. Their bellies erupt. Threaten to explode.

"I'm... so... fucking... mmm... close..."

The woman tastes her neck. Nips her skin. Her body can't hold much longer.

Clits kiss once more.

She screams. Nails dig between shoulder blades. Thighs strain. Body begins to shake. Spasm. Erupt.

Panting.

Moaning.

Fucking. Hard.

Cumming. Hard.

Collapsing. Breathes heavily onto her neck. Kisses the valley between her breasts. Lifts her hips; curls her fingers inside the snatch.

Overcoming the orgasm, still, she gasps at the visitor. "I... mmm... have to... fuck... leave..."

Fingers pump steadily. "Already?" the woman purrs. Kisses the jugular.

Moans desperately. "Y... yes..."

"Wait," she whispers. "You're so... close already..."

"Unnh!" the girl cries; her g-spot is attacked.

Her fingers probe. Poke. Massage. Make her scream.

Rippling through her, a second climax quakes.

Two orgasms; the beginning.

Every pore tingles. Precipitates. Her insides are sore. She pants and sighs.

She's satisfied.

Again.