please?” he asked, desperation in his voice.
I moaned at his pleas and tightened my thighs’ grip on his waist just enough so that I was able to raise myself up a little higher. I rested my shoulders against the wall, pulling some of my weight off of him—just enough weight, in fact, that he was able to widen his stance and thrust into me with more power and precision than before.
“Fuck!” I screamed. “You know just what I want!”
I watched him watch me as I clutched at the wall and threw my head back, crying out in pure and passionate satisfaction. I rolled my hips firmly, meeting his every thrust, as my pussy convulsed around him.
He growled out at me, his erection like that of a piston, pounding into me over and over, faster and faster, just before climaxing in great spurts deep within the core of my body.
His knees buckled, as his cock began to twitch and pulse within me, and I felt him shift us towards the bed so that he could drop us in its tangling softness.
We fell and lay together, our sweaty bodies intertwined with one another. I sighed in complete bliss, unmoving except for our small kisses and tender caresses. It was a few moments, the bliss overshadowing everything else, before I realized that pain was shooting throughout the entirety of my leg.
“I need my leg,” I said and sighed, pulling at my numbed limb, trying to free it from beneath his heavier body.
“No!” he yelled childishly, folding his lower lip over his top lip. “That’s my leg!” He reached out jokingly and grabbed my asleep-leg.
I giggled, especially when he rose up to aid in the retrieval of my tingling leg.
“It’s your leg, huh?” I asked, finally having my leg out from under him. I swatted it, hoping for blood to return to it again. “Yet, you helped me get it back; that’s love,” I joked, immediately kicking myself for blurting out what I had just blurted out.
I mentioned the “L” word. That dreaded, dreaded word…
“It is…” he trailed, his eyes glistening as he looked into my own.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to act. I wondered if he was just agreeing to agree, or if there was something in his words—a truth.
“Lay back down with me,” he cooed, leaning back just before nuzzling in. I smiled, as I watched him settle back in all over again. I sighed, my smile softening.
“Okay,” I whispered with a sense of light-heartedness. And then without delay, I settled in beside him, relieved at the new—and more comfortable—position. “If that's what you want.”
“I want to memorize you,” he breathed.
The truth was…he already had.
Chapter 3
He was on his knees beside the bed, as he reached out and grabbed my ankles so that he could pull my feet closer to his face. I giggled, the feeling of his fingers on the bottom of my feet tickled. I pulled back, but he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t let me jerk my feet away. He smiled, pulling my feet closer once again, only this time, much more carefully.
I sighed, as he began to rub them, massage them even. It felt nice. His touch was firm, so firm that I didn’t even mind him rubbing the overly sensitive bottoms of my feet. It was something that no one had ever done before, and I wasn’t quite sure how I should have felt about it, but I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
He left his hands on my ankles and placed butterfly kisses up my legs. He sighed a great sigh of contentment, as he breathed in slowly, as if he was drinking in the warmth of my skin, reveling in it.
He moved slowly, adjusting his angle, and allowed his mouth to follow the path his hands had been setting towards my knees.
I shuddered, hissed, and then flinched when he licked the back of my knee, suddenly remembering how ticklish I was there as well. I had always been ticklish…for as long as I could remember. How I had forgotten, I’d never know.
I kicked at him, the sensation becoming too much to handle.
He laughed, holding my feet to keep
I moaned at his pleas and tightened my thighs’ grip on his waist just enough so that I was able to raise myself up a little higher. I rested my shoulders against the wall, pulling some of my weight off of him—just enough weight, in fact, that he was able to widen his stance and thrust into me with more power and precision than before.
“Fuck!” I screamed. “You know just what I want!”
I watched him watch me as I clutched at the wall and threw my head back, crying out in pure and passionate satisfaction. I rolled my hips firmly, meeting his every thrust, as my pussy convulsed around him.
He growled out at me, his erection like that of a piston, pounding into me over and over, faster and faster, just before climaxing in great spurts deep within the core of my body.
His knees buckled, as his cock began to twitch and pulse within me, and I felt him shift us towards the bed so that he could drop us in its tangling softness.
We fell and lay together, our sweaty bodies intertwined with one another. I sighed in complete bliss, unmoving except for our small kisses and tender caresses. It was a few moments, the bliss overshadowing everything else, before I realized that pain was shooting throughout the entirety of my leg.
“I need my leg,” I said and sighed, pulling at my numbed limb, trying to free it from beneath his heavier body.
“No!” he yelled childishly, folding his lower lip over his top lip. “That’s my leg!” He reached out jokingly and grabbed my asleep-leg.
I giggled, especially when he rose up to aid in the retrieval of my tingling leg.
“It’s your leg, huh?” I asked, finally having my leg out from under him. I swatted it, hoping for blood to return to it again. “Yet, you helped me get it back; that’s love,” I joked, immediately kicking myself for blurting out what I had just blurted out.
I mentioned the “L” word. That dreaded, dreaded word…
“It is…” he trailed, his eyes glistening as he looked into my own.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to act. I wondered if he was just agreeing to agree, or if there was something in his words—a truth.
“Lay back down with me,” he cooed, leaning back just before nuzzling in. I smiled, as I watched him settle back in all over again. I sighed, my smile softening.
“Okay,” I whispered with a sense of light-heartedness. And then without delay, I settled in beside him, relieved at the new—and more comfortable—position. “If that's what you want.”
“I want to memorize you,” he breathed.
The truth was…he already had.
Chapter 3
He was on his knees beside the bed, as he reached out and grabbed my ankles so that he could pull my feet closer to his face. I giggled, the feeling of his fingers on the bottom of my feet tickled. I pulled back, but he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t let me jerk my feet away. He smiled, pulling my feet closer once again, only this time, much more carefully.
I sighed, as he began to rub them, massage them even. It felt nice. His touch was firm, so firm that I didn’t even mind him rubbing the overly sensitive bottoms of my feet. It was something that no one had ever done before, and I wasn’t quite sure how I should have felt about it, but I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
He left his hands on my ankles and placed butterfly kisses up my legs. He sighed a great sigh of contentment, as he breathed in slowly, as if he was drinking in the warmth of my skin, reveling in it.
He moved slowly, adjusting his angle, and allowed his mouth to follow the path his hands had been setting towards my knees.
I shuddered, hissed, and then flinched when he licked the back of my knee, suddenly remembering how ticklish I was there as well. I had always been ticklish…for as long as I could remember. How I had forgotten, I’d never know.
I kicked at him, the sensation becoming too much to handle.
He laughed, holding my feet to keep
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