oh, no, you don't have to actually do that, I'm maybe a little heav– eeeeeeee! ”
Before she could finish the word, he had flipped her into the air, and she lay snugly against his chest in a princess-carry. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
“You've got to be kidding me...”
She didn't have anything to say to that. She had double vertigo: once from being pulled up into the air so abruptly, and a second time, from falling just that little deeper in love.
\\\///
///\\\
They didn't break eye contact as Bryan strode easily into his room, pushing open the door with a foot, nor as he lay her on the bed, and ran her wavy brown hair through his fingers, reaching up to delicately caress her cheek with his other hand.
His finger ran down her jaw – lingering for a second upon her lips, promising more kisses to come – and traced elegantly down her neck, between her collarbones, until he reached the top button of her plaid shirt. She regretted, for a split second, not wearing something more feminine – but then again, it had taken a serious hike to get up to this place, and she wasn't so idiotic as to wear a flimsy white camisole for that...
He unbuttoned the shirt, unhurried, revealing – once again, to a twinge of embarrassment from her – a large, functional white bra.
When he came to the last couple of buttons, however, she pushed her hands out, and said:
“No, wait, stop!”
He felt a weight drop to the pit of his stomach, cold and hard like a stone. He closed his eyes, gulped back his regret, and opened them slowly.
“I'm sorry, Lizbeth, I was moving too fast, I'll–”
“No, nono, you were fine... it's just...”
“Well, then... what is it?”
“It's, just... well... I know I'm not very pretty, and, well... my last boyfriend... well, my first boyfriend, but he's also my last boyfriend... he said I would look alright if I lost some pounds, and I tried, really I did, but no matter how much I worked out or dieted, I just can't seem to...”
She rambled nervously for a little while longer, but Bryan just shook his head in disbelief.
He could never bring himself to understand what sick kind of society could make such a beautiful girl think herself ugly.
He interrupted her gently.
“Lizbeth... if you don't mind, I'm going to continue.”
“oh... what? Oh... uh... OK, yeah, if you... if you're sure you want to, that is, I–”
“Damn, girl...”
Bryan leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, to shut up the doubts and self-hatred coming out of her mouth.
Her whole body jolted a shudder of shock or arousal, he couldn't tell which, before she opened herself to him again, and sucked hungrily at his tongue.
With one hand, he undid her jeans. Without separating their mouths, they worked them off, along with her socks, until she was only wearing panties down below.
He finally pulled his tongue free from her embrace, and kissed his way down to her neck, biting firmly at her, just barely strong enough to leave a mark. No other male could doubt she was his if they saw those. She moaned her acceptance and her joy.
He moved his hands under her back, propping her up for a second while he undid the clasp on her bra. When he brought his hand out from under her and hooked a pinkie through the center of it, pulling it off, her beautiful, bountiful breasts finally fell free.
“Oh, god, no, I'll stink...”
She had dusky pink nipples, one of which was slightly inverted, over wide areolae and perfectly pale white breasts. With just the feeling of his breath on her, the shy nipple started to protude, and harden.
Bryan buried his face hungrily between them, taking in her scent – so well and truly her. He gnawed gently at the swell of her breasts, before taking one nipple into his mouth, and teasing gently at the other with the nail of a finger, bringing sharp gasps from
Before she could finish the word, he had flipped her into the air, and she lay snugly against his chest in a princess-carry. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
“You've got to be kidding me...”
She didn't have anything to say to that. She had double vertigo: once from being pulled up into the air so abruptly, and a second time, from falling just that little deeper in love.
\\\///
///\\\
They didn't break eye contact as Bryan strode easily into his room, pushing open the door with a foot, nor as he lay her on the bed, and ran her wavy brown hair through his fingers, reaching up to delicately caress her cheek with his other hand.
His finger ran down her jaw – lingering for a second upon her lips, promising more kisses to come – and traced elegantly down her neck, between her collarbones, until he reached the top button of her plaid shirt. She regretted, for a split second, not wearing something more feminine – but then again, it had taken a serious hike to get up to this place, and she wasn't so idiotic as to wear a flimsy white camisole for that...
He unbuttoned the shirt, unhurried, revealing – once again, to a twinge of embarrassment from her – a large, functional white bra.
When he came to the last couple of buttons, however, she pushed her hands out, and said:
“No, wait, stop!”
He felt a weight drop to the pit of his stomach, cold and hard like a stone. He closed his eyes, gulped back his regret, and opened them slowly.
“I'm sorry, Lizbeth, I was moving too fast, I'll–”
“No, nono, you were fine... it's just...”
“Well, then... what is it?”
“It's, just... well... I know I'm not very pretty, and, well... my last boyfriend... well, my first boyfriend, but he's also my last boyfriend... he said I would look alright if I lost some pounds, and I tried, really I did, but no matter how much I worked out or dieted, I just can't seem to...”
She rambled nervously for a little while longer, but Bryan just shook his head in disbelief.
He could never bring himself to understand what sick kind of society could make such a beautiful girl think herself ugly.
He interrupted her gently.
“Lizbeth... if you don't mind, I'm going to continue.”
“oh... what? Oh... uh... OK, yeah, if you... if you're sure you want to, that is, I–”
“Damn, girl...”
Bryan leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, to shut up the doubts and self-hatred coming out of her mouth.
Her whole body jolted a shudder of shock or arousal, he couldn't tell which, before she opened herself to him again, and sucked hungrily at his tongue.
With one hand, he undid her jeans. Without separating their mouths, they worked them off, along with her socks, until she was only wearing panties down below.
He finally pulled his tongue free from her embrace, and kissed his way down to her neck, biting firmly at her, just barely strong enough to leave a mark. No other male could doubt she was his if they saw those. She moaned her acceptance and her joy.
He moved his hands under her back, propping her up for a second while he undid the clasp on her bra. When he brought his hand out from under her and hooked a pinkie through the center of it, pulling it off, her beautiful, bountiful breasts finally fell free.
“Oh, god, no, I'll stink...”
She had dusky pink nipples, one of which was slightly inverted, over wide areolae and perfectly pale white breasts. With just the feeling of his breath on her, the shy nipple started to protude, and harden.
Bryan buried his face hungrily between them, taking in her scent – so well and truly her. He gnawed gently at the swell of her breasts, before taking one nipple into his mouth, and teasing gently at the other with the nail of a finger, bringing sharp gasps from
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