- Joined
- Jan 30, 2012
- Location
- Vaucluse, SC
Oh fuck, what did I just say?
And why, oh why, had she said it? Her heart gave this painful little lurch in her chest as Tyler carried to one of the beds and laid her down. Her confidence in her own ability to make sound choices faltered, but she felt as if there was no where to run, even after he put her down and moved away to push the beds together. She kept her wayward thoughts to herself, particularly when strong, confident fingers dragged the last little bit of protection she had down her legs. Her cheeks warmed, and her heart sputtered into a nervous fluttering in her throat. Tyler stopped to take her in, and his gaze made her skin burn and tingle everywhere it stopped. She was braced on her elbows and watching him closely while his attention ran up her legs to the pause at the juncture of her thighs.
Anne reflexively pulled her legs together to hide the smooth lips of her pussy. They were already damp, and it embarrassed her for him to see it. He didn’t seem to mind, his attention just traveled upward, and then he bent down to crawl over her. The instinct to run startled her, made her hold her breath, and then he bent over her to kiss her neck. Her head tilted to the side to give him room, her skin tingling in a way that made her toes curl. His breath fanned against her skin and she pressed her lips together to keep herself from whimpering. Something she managed quite well until his lips closed a tender nipple and sucked. Her hands grabbed onto the sheets and curled into tight fists, as if she could keep herself from bolting by sheer force of will. On the other ender of the spectrum, her back arched, lifting herself off the bed to offer him more. He didn’t disappoint. The hot lash of his tongue flicked from one tender bud to the other, and she was shocked by the depth of sensation it caused.
Distantly she wondered if it was because it was him, and all the emotional baggage that was attached to him, or if there was legitimately something different about how he touched her. He called her nipples his favorite kind, and Anne laughed in surprise at the same time that her blush warmed to the same dark pink color. It felt unusual to laugh while a man held her breasts high in his hands, and yet it made her feel much more comfortable and relaxed than just a moment before.
“Pin is your favorite color?” she asked huskily, “or just pink nipples are your favorite kind of nipple?”
Teasing him felt strange, too. It was intimate in a way that wasn’t at all natural or normal for them, but he distracted her by taking his attention down over her abdomen, where muscles tensed and clenched as he passed. She thought she knew where he was headed, and she nearly sat up to stop him… and then he gave her nipples a tweak that made her yelp and he attention moved down the inside of her leg. Somehow, that was worse, and Anne pressed a shaking hand over her mouth as her body tensed. He kept his weight off of her, and gave her the freedom to move how and where she wanted, and yet she still felt pinned down to the bed by his wandering lips, teeth, and tongue as they teased her skin and explored.
One of his hands settled low on her stomach, his thumb settling just over her clit in a way that made her want to lift her hips in silent entreaty. Every now and then that digit would flick back and forth and her body would twitch as if he pulled on some invisible strings she couldn’t feel. He traveled down one leg and up the other, and already Tyler had spent more time just enjoying her body than she could remember anyone else ever doing.
Even herself.
There was something sad and pathetic in that realization, and it cooled some of the intensity out of the sensations he was causing. At least until he latched onto her inner thigh and sucked at her skin.
“Hey,” she complained weakly as she pulled up onto her elbows, but whatever she meant to say died as his fingers worked at her clit and she watched him doing it. She watched in bleary eyed amazement at the sight of her little clit standing swollen and needy under his attention. It was almost as erotic as the sight of him sucking on her skin to raise a mark that almost screamed TJ was here.
Anne smirked, and then reached down to grab his hand and keep those damn fingers from moving for a second so that she could think. “You’re still an ass,” she complained, but there was no malice in it. The hickey he left on her caused some inner conflict, because it was as comforting as it was condemning, but she couldn’t muster up the will to be upset about it. “Just don’t go covering me in those things, because I don’t want to have to explain them, okay?”
Her voice was about as shaky as the rest of her, but she found herself smiling down at Tyler and wishing he didn’t shave his head. It would have been nice if he had a full head of a hair she could pull on. Then she might have been able to change the pace of things a little. As it was, she felt... trapped. And yet somehow not. She couldn't figure it out, but somehow he was in charge, and she had no idea how to take back whatever the hell it was he'd taken. Those damn fingers moved again and her mind was brought back from where it had been trying to wander. Anne smirked at him, let his hand go, and leaned back on her elbows to watch him.
"That all you got?" oh, yeah, that was empty bravado. A heaping helping of it, because she was beginning to believe him.
And why, oh why, had she said it? Her heart gave this painful little lurch in her chest as Tyler carried to one of the beds and laid her down. Her confidence in her own ability to make sound choices faltered, but she felt as if there was no where to run, even after he put her down and moved away to push the beds together. She kept her wayward thoughts to herself, particularly when strong, confident fingers dragged the last little bit of protection she had down her legs. Her cheeks warmed, and her heart sputtered into a nervous fluttering in her throat. Tyler stopped to take her in, and his gaze made her skin burn and tingle everywhere it stopped. She was braced on her elbows and watching him closely while his attention ran up her legs to the pause at the juncture of her thighs.
Anne reflexively pulled her legs together to hide the smooth lips of her pussy. They were already damp, and it embarrassed her for him to see it. He didn’t seem to mind, his attention just traveled upward, and then he bent down to crawl over her. The instinct to run startled her, made her hold her breath, and then he bent over her to kiss her neck. Her head tilted to the side to give him room, her skin tingling in a way that made her toes curl. His breath fanned against her skin and she pressed her lips together to keep herself from whimpering. Something she managed quite well until his lips closed a tender nipple and sucked. Her hands grabbed onto the sheets and curled into tight fists, as if she could keep herself from bolting by sheer force of will. On the other ender of the spectrum, her back arched, lifting herself off the bed to offer him more. He didn’t disappoint. The hot lash of his tongue flicked from one tender bud to the other, and she was shocked by the depth of sensation it caused.
Distantly she wondered if it was because it was him, and all the emotional baggage that was attached to him, or if there was legitimately something different about how he touched her. He called her nipples his favorite kind, and Anne laughed in surprise at the same time that her blush warmed to the same dark pink color. It felt unusual to laugh while a man held her breasts high in his hands, and yet it made her feel much more comfortable and relaxed than just a moment before.
“Pin is your favorite color?” she asked huskily, “or just pink nipples are your favorite kind of nipple?”
Teasing him felt strange, too. It was intimate in a way that wasn’t at all natural or normal for them, but he distracted her by taking his attention down over her abdomen, where muscles tensed and clenched as he passed. She thought she knew where he was headed, and she nearly sat up to stop him… and then he gave her nipples a tweak that made her yelp and he attention moved down the inside of her leg. Somehow, that was worse, and Anne pressed a shaking hand over her mouth as her body tensed. He kept his weight off of her, and gave her the freedom to move how and where she wanted, and yet she still felt pinned down to the bed by his wandering lips, teeth, and tongue as they teased her skin and explored.
One of his hands settled low on her stomach, his thumb settling just over her clit in a way that made her want to lift her hips in silent entreaty. Every now and then that digit would flick back and forth and her body would twitch as if he pulled on some invisible strings she couldn’t feel. He traveled down one leg and up the other, and already Tyler had spent more time just enjoying her body than she could remember anyone else ever doing.
Even herself.
There was something sad and pathetic in that realization, and it cooled some of the intensity out of the sensations he was causing. At least until he latched onto her inner thigh and sucked at her skin.
“Hey,” she complained weakly as she pulled up onto her elbows, but whatever she meant to say died as his fingers worked at her clit and she watched him doing it. She watched in bleary eyed amazement at the sight of her little clit standing swollen and needy under his attention. It was almost as erotic as the sight of him sucking on her skin to raise a mark that almost screamed TJ was here.
Anne smirked, and then reached down to grab his hand and keep those damn fingers from moving for a second so that she could think. “You’re still an ass,” she complained, but there was no malice in it. The hickey he left on her caused some inner conflict, because it was as comforting as it was condemning, but she couldn’t muster up the will to be upset about it. “Just don’t go covering me in those things, because I don’t want to have to explain them, okay?”
Her voice was about as shaky as the rest of her, but she found herself smiling down at Tyler and wishing he didn’t shave his head. It would have been nice if he had a full head of a hair she could pull on. Then she might have been able to change the pace of things a little. As it was, she felt... trapped. And yet somehow not. She couldn't figure it out, but somehow he was in charge, and she had no idea how to take back whatever the hell it was he'd taken. Those damn fingers moved again and her mind was brought back from where it had been trying to wander. Anne smirked at him, let his hand go, and leaned back on her elbows to watch him.
"That all you got?" oh, yeah, that was empty bravado. A heaping helping of it, because she was beginning to believe him.