Escapade

Oh, jeez. It’s been so long since I’ve actually finished anything that it feels odd to have actually done it. Couldn’t really decide on the ending, but oh well. Written for CandyCaner. Hope it’s good.

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I didn’t know if I should be doing this. I mean, someone could come bursting in at any second and see what we were up to, but I guess that was part of the excitement, the possibility of being caught.

Your hands trailed down my front, unzipping my jacket as they went. I heard you chuckle at what you saw; I turned my head to the side, cheeks burning. I hadn’t worn anything underneath my jacket. You asked if I had been expecting this to happen, and I hadn’t. Just hoping.

You pushed my jacket back and off my shoulders and then it was pooled near my feet on the floor. Turning my head to face you, you captured my lips in a passionate kiss, your other hand resting on my hip but slowly going higher. I nipped and suckled your bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from you.

Your hand was at my breast now, teasing my nipple and making me groan in frustration. You smirked into the kiss before pulling away. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the taste of you on my lips. And then, and then you took my other nipple in your mouth while still teasing the other one. My hands immediately entangled themselves in your hair, trying to pull you closer to me. You continued teasing me, bringing closer to the edge but at the same time you were holding me back from it.

You stopped shortly thereafter, and I could just feel you smirking at me as you pulled away from me. My face was flushed; my ears, neck and part of my chest felt like they were burning as well and my eyes were closed. They hadn’t been open since before the kiss, and who knows how long ago that was.

You hands went back to my hips as you kissed me again and my hands dropped to your hips. When you moved to kiss my neck, your hands moved to the clasp of my jeans as well, slowly undoing the button and lowering the zipper. And then my legs were momentarily cold and you pulled away again.

I opened my eyes this time, watching you lower yourself. Now kneeling in front of me, you looked up at me for a couple seconds before smiling and then lowering my panties. Then, after hiking one of my legs over your shoulder, you started planting soft kisses on my inner thigh while slowly making your way to my core.

You paused when you got there, and I could feel your breath on me. I whimpered, frustrated that you’d stopped when you were right there. My hands, which had been against the wall I was leaning against, moved to your hair again. I tried to move you closer, hoping you’d get the hint. And you did, thankfully.

You started off slow, gradually setting the pace. Nipping, sucking, licking. Swish, slide, push. It wasn’t long before I was on the edge of release and I really should have expected you would do this but I didn’t. You slowed down to less than a crawl, keeping me right on the edge but preventing me from going over like I wanted to. And I wanted to so so badly.

And then right when I was about to groan with frustration – again, I might add – you suddenly entered me with your fingers, almost immediately finding that sweet spot, and at the same time taking my clit into your mouth and gently suckling on it. That right there caused me to soar over the edge and legs to turn to jelly. I guess it was a good thing you were essentially holding me up at that point.

After I was able to stand without falling over again, you gave me a quick, but passionate, kiss before whispering that we’d have to do that again sometime, that it was fun. You left not ten seconds after that and I slowly nodded to myself a couple times.

Yeah. We would have to do that again sometime.