Teeth against skin
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,185
Reviews:
1
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.
Teeth against skin
Teeth against skin
Asking me if I like it hard. As if it matters. The ache up the back of my neck was thumbed away and left breathing difficult, a part of foreplay that I'd become attached to. Just enough touch from strong fingers to hit the right button but it was still PG.
No one would know.
Spun around, grabbed by the arms and held, I barely hear you demanding an answer, too busy thinking I'm so far away from you. Of course I like it hard and even if it's not what I'm wanting, I don't mind. I get what I want anyway. I lose track of bedding. The room is always too hot. Mouth on your jaw as you lay me down, hot air, hair everywhere.
Hard kisses.
You still think I care about how it happens. You pull away and start, legs shifted, lifted and knees bent into better positions. But it's so much better when you're down with me, close, nose to nose. Just how I like it. Hips move, I remember why I do as I'm told.
So good.
"No finishing before me." All movement is stopped and I fight to get it back against hands holding hips in place. I shake my head. Not good enough. Never. The word comes out whispered as I focus on keeping still. Body aching, teeth grit. Hands encourage hips back into moving and are left once a slow pace is set, always hitting deep. Fingers stroke over sticky, hot stomach skin and are gone again, moving hair out of my face and you're close. No longer moving, keeping steady as I move for both of us and you're staring down at me, so close.
Arms around you, fingers finding spine and tracing it, there is relief when you take over again. Legs spread wider, tongue trailing across your shoulder. Kisses - messy - all over. Grinding hips, rolling small circles every time you're deep. Teeth in your shoulder. Rough and desperate. Sucking in air, pushed out in harsh moans.
Yours. Totally. We fit together. No going home. Whether you like it or not, you're mine.
Author notes: Written for two people.... With two totally different meanings, and a try out of a new style. Probably won't happen again as it's hellishly slow to write. Reviews, as always, are welcome.