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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

The feel of warm lips touched his shoulder, causing its smooth roundness to tighten. Keith lifted his head to face Sophie. She was right next to him now, and that alone made him want to set everything that was on his mind aside for what was laying there beside him, warming him up with her smooth skin.

Keith shifted his body in her direction, rolling over so he could pull her close to him so they could cuddle for the moment. He could already feel the blood rushing down between his legs again, filling the entire length of his cock for her. He set his eyes on her.

"I don't think that one time was enough," he said, propping his head up while supporting it with an elbow on the pillow. It really wasn't. He felt like there was much more to be explored there that has been built up ever since they were little, and one time just wasn't enough to cut it. To elaborate more on his point, he squeezed her shoulder, massaging her arm. He slipped out a thumb and felt along the side of her breast.
 
She smiled as he turned to face her, her grey eyes watching him. Sophie had always admired Keith, despite the years she'd hated him. There was just something about him that made her want to stare at him. He had a unique aura, and behind all of that surly, muscle-headed confidence, there was something more sensitive. For awhile, she hadn't seen that side of him, but now...it was definitely there.

Her eyes locked onto his green ones as he pulled her close to him. She snuggled into his warm body and got comfy as he touched her, gently massaging her arm, feeling her breast. She could feel him against her body as he started to harden again and she stayed close to him, not shying away at all.

"Well it's a good thing we agree on that," she said with a smile. Sophie gently reached up and pulled him into a kiss, her hand holding his neck lightly.
 
Those lips felt so sweet. He remained nestled against her, his thick girth shifting on its own while it rose, brushing her leg. For that moment, it was the only thing on his body that moved.

He let her pull him in, until he met her halfway through, kissing her. His nibbled on her chin, then went and played with her lips. His hand moved over and cupped her breast, squeezing them, while molding them in his palm.

He felt like it was her turn to be on top this time, so he rolled over, pulling her atop him so he could feel the rest of her weight press down upon him. His cock hardened further until it was fully erect again, now sticky from their dried up cum from before.
 
Sophie's soft lips pressed against his in a sweet, passionate kiss. She could feel him against her, and she smiled softly into the kiss, keeping that little smirk as he pulled away to nibble her chin. She closed her eyes and let him play with her chest. She was incredibly sensitive there, and blushed slightly as she felt her pussy heat and get wetter. Her stormy eyes opened as he rolled them so that she was on top of him and then she kissed him again, enjoying the way he felt beneath her.

After a moment, she pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip as she looked down at him, her hands running over his chest and shoulders as her hips ground against his.
 
He produced heavy sighs, sliding both hands up her waist and over the rise of her ass, feeling her flex as she moved her hips. Keith moved alongside her from beneath, meeting her steady movement with his own while mashing his member against her body. He felt her shaved firecrotch sliding along the hull of his cock, and he was already yearning to be inside her again, missing the feel of his bare length sinking into her.

He savored the touch of her lips nipping his lower lip by uttering a slight groan. "Show me how naughty you've been after all these years," his low voice growled. He grinned. His muscles grew taut as Keith squirmed beneath her; his chest and shoulders hardened to the touch of her hands, ready for her.
 
Her body was heating up again and she was ready for him, but she wanted to make him wait just a little longer. After all, he did ask her to be naughty. She caught his lips again for just a moment and chuckled. "Mm, you have no idea..." she smirked and kissed his neck softly. She let her hands travel up and down his chest, her fingers acquainting themselves with every muscle. Her lips traveled down to his collar bone as she ground against his turgid member.

After a few long moments of this, she gently guided him to her entrance and took him into her, her hips moving slowly at first as she got used to him. "Mmmm...so big," she murmured. In truth he was the biggest she'd ever had, and it took a moment for her to adjust. Once she did, however, her hips picked up speed and her movements gained more intensity. She sat up a bit as she rode him, her body bouncing as she moaned in pleasure.
 
Now she was simply torturing him. "Really, I don't?" he said. He breathed, closing his eyelids as he relaxed, feeling the pressure rise from each stroke of her teasing. His hands absorbed the feel of her gluts contracting and relaxing. Her kiss against his neck caused him to shiver as he felt it move down his collar, giving rise to goosebumps prickling his skin and hardening the nipples over his chest.

And then he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, guiding it up to its inevitable destination. Keith squirmed some more when he felt her familiar lips kissing the tip of his length. His throbbing cockhead, hard and shiny in the afternoon light, was silently enveloped with warmth. Her warmth. A slick, wet kind of warmth that was already familiar.

Keith lifted his eyelids, gazing at her with those green eyes. He saw her body lift back as she straddled him, taking him inside her. His hands rose to scoop up her breasts in response to the mention of his size. He gave her all the time in the world to adjust. Soon, he was sliding the walls inside her, sluicing across the length of her wet pocket. Keith rolled his eyes up in his lids, shutting them again. He groaned as she made her own set of noise, breathing faster. He began to move his hips as well, unable to remain still, and the movement began to resemble a knife being jabbed upward from his hip. Her skin slid along his, and he enjoyed the feel of her soft body against his, which flexed and remained firm in contrast.

"Sophie," he said, keeping his voice low enough to qualify as a whisper. His hands over her breasts squeezed tight. "Sophie," he repeated, drawing the name out into a moan. He felt her move over him, gripping his stiff cock, suffocating it inside her pussy. All from behind the darkness of his closed lids. He saw her in his imagination, thinking of her as she was younger, all plain and ready for him to make fun of during those awkward years, then now as she was nubile, voluptuous, and riding him in pleasure. He grimaced, letting his strained voice cut through his throat and out his lips, leaving a bit of frost over his metal ring. He pressed her boobs together so her nipples would touch as he tried to make each tip fence each other.
 
Sophie's damp curls hung in her face as she began to move her hips up and down his member, her body tense and hot with pleasure. Her ample breasts bounced with each movement, her tight sex devouring his length and releasing it in a rhythm that she built up with him. It wasn't perfect, but it felt amazing, and she was quite impressed at the effect she produced in him.

Soft, gasping sounds of pleasure escaped her, as though she wasn't entirely sure such pleasure really existed. She closed her stormy eyes for a moment, opening them once more to see his emerald orbs staring up at her. Her eyes seemed to mirror the hue of his for a small time as she moaned in pleasure, his hips moving with hers.

She arched her back, her head tilting back so that most of her curls fell back from her shoulders as she rode him. She was back to normal in a moment, riding him as he played with her milky breasts. The way he said her name was what really set her off, however. She couldn't put her finger on what exactly it had sounded like, but it was something special and definitely something important to him.

Her nubile body was still rather sensitive from before, and she was building up pleasure faster, doing her best to hold back for him all the while. "Keith," she sighed, loving the fact that she could enjoy the sound of his name now. Her hips moved a bit faster, the wet sounds of their little tryst filling her room with their moans. He felt amazing, and she desperately hoped that she felt as good to him.
 
His hands slid down her side when he felt her lean back, descending until they settled onto her hips, where his thumbs pressed in some of her skin there. She was soft, even though her muscles beneath were working his cock. Her gasps invited him to make his own noise, groaning, panting her name in a whisper in response.

As she arched her back, continuing to grind him, he felt his length being pulled back like a hand brake. It nearly made him want to cum from the sensation of her pussy gripping him like that, but he was content with continuing like this for a while because it felt so good.

"Sophie," he said again, never growing tired of repeating her name. Moaning her name. "Sophie..."

He felt her move faster, his member drenched inside her, slipping like a well-oiled piston. He penetrated her from below, reaching deep inside her until it would hurt her too much to continue. Threatening to go further, but testing the waters. He inched deeper up into her, then slowly withdrew. Then he went a little further, until he realized he was beginning to lead her in this little dance despite lying beneath her. But it was up to her as much as he. He could lift her body with the force of his hips, yet she could also grind him to a halt if need be. It was like what he heard about Tango. At some point in the dance, neither partner was really leading.
 
She did love hearing him say her name. It was music to her ears. His hands settled on her hips and she moaned as they only seemed to help her take him deeper. Her body arched, her pussy squeezing him mercilessly as she bounced up and down his length. She could feel him going deeper and deeper, her body unable to take much more. When he went a little too far, she moaned and pressed down on him. "Ah... Careful there," she said, slowing her hips a little. "Don't get carried away just yet..."

He could probably overpower her if he really wanted to, but she had a feeling he wouldn't. He would hold back for her, and she would try her best to give him what he wanted in turn. "Not quite so deep as that last one, Keith." She smiled and then started moving her hips again, moving them in tiny circles as she moved up and down his cock.
 
He wanted her to keep moaning, to make more noise. And she did, to which he was glad to hear so he could respond with his own cries and grunts. His eyes opened; he gasped, then eased himself from going too far up her, so she could enjoy him. The willpower it took to control himself nearly drove him insane. He shivered, retracting slowly, limiting himself for her. He then suddenly reached forward and seized her body, pulling her over him so he could have her face smothering against his. From there, he cherished her with kisses, moaning, then closing his eyes.

"I love you, Sophie," he said. He said it in a way that felt so casual, so sudden, and it was as though he didn't expect anything in return. Just gave it out for her. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip or that he wasn't even aware of it. He was so into the moment, he was no longer thinking rationally, but simply at the mercy of his emotions. He hugged her close, nearly squeezing her as he kept entering her. The mix of lewdness with his strong feelings for her created this tender bond he didn't want to end. "I don't want to let you go," he said, slipping into her. "You mean so much to me."
 
She could feel him doing his best to restrain himself as she rode him, his body working with hers. To know that he cared enough to limit himself only made her want him more. Sophie kept riding him hard and rough, taking him as deep as she could handle. And then he dragged her down to him, eliciting another little squeak from her.

She moaned with him as he kissed her. Her lips crushed against his and she panted softly as he held her there. Her eyes closed as well, her body still moving with his as he held her there. In this embrace, in these moments, and in the way he kissed and cherished her, she began to heal. She felt the pieces of her heart that he'd hurt fill up again.

"I love you Sophie."

She wasn't sure she'd really heard the words, until he continued. She let him hold her close, overcome by her emotions and the pleasure of her body in much the same way he was. But he'd said it, and he told her how much she meant to him. In that instant, if she hadn't been his before, she was now. She held onto him, her hips still moving and she kissed him deeply. "I love you too, Keith." And she meant it.
 
He gasped, feeling his member erupting lava, when he heard her response. He moaned, shutting his eyes as he felt a mysterious surge of pleasure overtake him alongside his orgasm. He groaned, this time, loud enough to let her know he was about to cum--for the second time inside her. He splurged up into her, his sticky seed welling up and filling the inside of her pussy. He sighed. Keith steadily rocked up her, slowing down as he was making his way over the arc of climax.

"I love you so much," he whispered into her ear, confessing. He felt like he was ready to open his heart to her, even after he came and was winding down. He squirmed beneath her, relishing every inch of her warm skin touching his, trading so much heat together. "I always have," he said, leaving his hot breath over her earlobe.

He began to soften considerably inside her, relaxing his hips while he continued to lay there with her right on top of him. He slid his fingers through her curls on the side of her face, keeping his forehead pressed against hers so their noses would bend each others. He smiled, baring a bright grin. He almost wanted to bare a tear, but he held it back.

He brought his lips to hers, kissing her, then sliding his tongue to find her so they can curl together, rolling playfully in their mouths, sharing cooties, sitting in the tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
 
She gasped as she felt him erupt inside of her. She moaned as he came, filling her up with his essence. Her eyes closed and she panted as their bodies continued to move and she came just a moment after him, her body quivering and curling, including her toes. But above all of the physical sensations, there was a boy she was sure that she'd always loved in one way or another pouring his heart out to her.

She smiled, close to tears herself, her heart filling up as he continued to confess to her. "I love you so much. I always have." She shivered from the feel of his breath and the way he told her. She kissed his lips softly, resting on top of him, his eyes a little blurry from their closeness. She kissed him again and then smiled at him.

"I love you, Keith Corbett. I have for such a long time without even knowing it." She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. Sophie let him kiss her again, her tongue dancing with his as she let the world fade away. This time, there were no phone calls to interrupt.
 
He smiled in her kiss when he heard her say those words, giving off what appeared to be a silent giggle. If only he had heard such words earlier, before he got so angry and dark. Anyhow, she was with him now, and that was all that mattered. Her lips tasted so sweet after hearing that.

Aside from the sounds their tongues were making, he savored the silence. Keith allowed her to settle over him, letting her roll aside so she could rest her head on his chest if need be, even though they were already kissing. He was limp now, so he slipped out of her, wet between the legs without any worry whatsoever. His naked skin touched hers, and the feel was almost beginning to feel casual now that he was starting to get used to it.

It was bright outside now, with the rain long gone. The sun broke through the blinds and lit up the room, giving it lighting straight from an IKEA catalog. Keith took his sweet time making out with Sophie; he could spend the rest of the day doing this if he could.

His phone vibrated while his tongue coiled around hers, and his first reaction when he heard it was to let it ring to its last breath. After the steady buzzing ceased, Keith made a note to answer it after he was through. What actually happened was, he took a nap afterward.

He settled to rest once his tongue began to grow numb wrestling Sophie's. It slowed in their mouths, losing energy and momentum until it just fell limp between their lips. It was at that point Keith broke away from their kiss, sighing to himself as he rested back on the bed; he felt his eyes growing heavy.
 
The rain seemed to have stopped at some point, and it was a bit of a surprise when sunlight lit up her room, streaking through the blinds. She wasn't so much concerned with her surroundings at the moment, however, since she was still making out with Keith. She shivered as he slipped out of her, her body slowly moving to his side, a bit. Sophie was beginning to love the way he felt when they were next to each other like this. Closing her eyes, she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she enjoyed everything about him.

And finally, she broke the kiss as he began to stop. She propped herself up, the light painting fiery tiger stripes in her hair, thanks to the blinds. She smiled down at him, completely ignoring the slight buzz his phone gave off. He was exhausted and satisfied by the looks of him, and he was adorable. She smiled and gently moved some hair from his face, kissing him softly before snuggling up to his side and falling asleep herself.

When Sophie woke up, it was only about half an hour later. She let him sleep and pulled out some clean clothes before she headed in for a quick shower. She was out in about ten minutes. She wore her hair in a loose ponytail, the rest of her clothed in a sweet looking shirt and a pencil skirt. She peeked into the bedroom and smiled again before stepping into the kitchen to figure out what to do for dinner. She brought a text book with her.
 
Keith opened his eyes when he heard the water in the walls go off, followed by the sliding glass door. He turned to look, noticing the empty bed. He stretched beneath the covers, yawning as he grabbed the phone to check who called. Tapping the touchscreen with his thumb, he found Vinnie's text message. It read:

Meet me in the backroom tonight. You know where I am. I would like to have a word with you about tomorrow. If you've heard from your attorney already, then you'll know what this is all for.

He stared at the glowing screen, deep in thought. It was only a matter of time before Vinnie was going to call him up for that favor, and he had no choice but to take it, because he did owe Vinnie a favor. He leapt out of bed, leaving the bedroom to find out what Sophie was up to in the kitchen...assuming that it was her there. He didn't even bother to slip his clothes on, as he waltzed through Sophie's apartment stark naked.
 
Sophie was, indeed, in the kitchen looking in her fridge for food to make. She frowned a little, not seeing much she was interested in. She closed the door, and when she looked up she gasped and jumped a little, chuckling at something she was very interested in. Or rather, a very naked someone.

"Hey. Sleep well?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, the curls falling over her shoulder. She was still a little flushed from seeing him like this in her apartment, but she was finding that she didn't mind so much. "Forget anything?" she teased, looking him up and down, enjoying the view.
 
He casually strolled towards her, standing still once he was close enough to notice she was looking for something to eat. He scratched the itch out of his balls, amused at how startled she was by his statuesque presence in the nude. It may have been his first time like this in Sophie's apartment, but it wasn't his first time like this at all.

"Hmm. Yeah," he answered, gazing at her, then behind her. She looked so pretty tilting her head like that, he almost felt like wanting to stand there and jerk off in front of her. He held the thought for the moment, though, looking around, bringing his eyes down to his unclothed self. "Nope," he said, looking back at her with a smirk.

"Hungry? We could go grab something to eat," he said. Suddenly, his eyes went up towards the clock, biting his lip.

"Remember Vinnie's?" he continued. "I feel like going back there tonight. Why don't we have dinner there once I get dressed."
 
She chuckled at his unabashed confidence and shook her head a little. He really was something. She watched him for a moment, wondering if something was bugging him. He always bit his lip like that when something was on his mind. Still, she had liked the food there, and he seemed intent on going, so she let it go for now, figuring he'd tell her if he really wanted her to know.

"Sure. We can do that. We can stop at your place if you want to grab more clothes too." Sophia wasn't sure if she was crossing a line with that one or not--after all, she wasn't entirely sure how long he was going to be staying with her, much less how long he wanted to stay with her like this. But she'd shrug it off if she had to.

"Anyway, go get a shower if you want, or just get dressed. I have a bed to make," she said, walking past with a kiss to his cheek. In a few steps, she was back in her bedroom, straightening out the bedding, re-tucking in sheets and smoothing everything out.
 
He nodded, giving her a small squeeze on one of her butt cheeks. "I can change into something here once I take a shower if you don't mind." He then headed into the bathroom to shower. Once he was done, he emerged wearing jeans and a black, button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his arms. He dried his hair and got ready, slipping on a pair of the same shoes. "You remember where it was?"
 
Once her bed was made, she went about grabbing the clothes that had been left in the entry way and took them to her room to hang up and dry. By the time she was finished straightening up, he was finished in the shower. She smiled at him, seeing him dressed, and got her purse and keys. "I'm pretty sure I do. You can tell me if I make a wrong turn or something." She pulled on a nice pair of lower heels--they still looked fantastic, and smiled, waiting for him.

She smoothed out her denim pencil skirt and the green shirt she wore. Colorful and girly again, she looked very pretty. And this time, she grabbed an umbrella for the car. Just in case. "Ready when you are," she said, smiling a bit.
 
Keith took his time to take her in, smiling a bit shyly this time at how pretty she looked. He then covered it up with a smirk, taking her hand so he could lead her to the car.

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It was almost as though they were here yesterday. The interior of Vinnie's hadn't changed one bit...it still kept its quiet, dimly-lit ambiance. Everything seemed to be basked in a dark red hue, giving the impression they were near a hearth or a blazing inferno kept in check outside. Grilled onions, garlic, and meat sizzled in the air, enticing the image of filet mignon, stuffed pasta, garlic bread, and a glass of expensive wine to wash it all down with.

Keith approached the host while holding Sophie's hand, keeping her behind him. The tall, dark-haired gentleman had a bandage over his nose that indicated it was broken earlier. His lips curled up in a smile as he saw Keith. Without bothering to ask how many were in his party, he nodded. "Follow me," he said, turning around to lead them. They walked past several tables which were mostly empty. It seemed like it was quiet at Vinnie's tonight. The only people seated were the usual giggling couples and some lone visitors nursing a glass of expensive wine. Those visitors were weaing black, leather jackets and slicked-back hair that was about as black as their coats. He continued to lead them all the way until they reached the back corner of the restaurant.

The host stopped them at a very large booth with emerald-colored seats that were covered with those button-like indentations over its leatherish cushioniong. The table was large enough to seat about eight people, and it was near a hallway that lead to the back. Keith took a seat, letting Sophie go in first so he could be seated closer to the edge of the table. Of course, he wanted to be seated next to her, instead of being opposite of her. The host then passed them their menus. "Your waiter will be here shortly," he said wistfully. He left after finishing.

Keith took a deep breath and looked at Sophie as his fingers opened the menu. "Chicken Parmisean?" he asked, trying to defuse any nervousness she may have felt about this place.
 
Sophie enjoyed their little ride, thinking now and then as she paused to glance at him at a stoplight or stop sign that he was very handsome. How funny that after their first awkward time together when she'd bailed him out of jail they would actually be going on something of a date there. Of course, she had no way of knowing that there might have been an ulterior motive.

She did, however, pick up on something not being quite on the level as they were led way to the back. How odd...Then again, maybe the guy was trying to give Keith, someone he obviously knew, some privacy. She slid into the booth first and made herself comfortable, smiling as he slid in next to her. Something about this particular set up was still a little fishy, but it didn't seem to be bothering Keith, so she decided to let it go.

She took her menu and looked it over for a moment before starting to open it while Keith caught her attention. "Hm? Oh. Yeah, I like it," she said smiling. "Actually, that sounds good. I think I'll get that," she said, making sure she could find it on the menu and see if there was anything that she didn't want with or on it. She could find nothing wrong with it. She put her menu down and leaned against him a little looking at him.

"You okay? You seem a little...off. Still groggy?"
 
His foot shifted, inching sideways until it touched hers. He rested it there for a moment until he decided to brush his leg against her. It seemed like such a difficult thing to do a few days ago, but now that they were more comfortable with each other now, Keith felt easier pushing the envelope a little more. With a twist of his ankle, he curled under her leg so he could give her a little foot-lock, wrapping that foot around some exposed skin showing from that skirt of hers. It seemed like some kind of Freudian slip, with all of that coiling and twisting.

He kept his eyes on her, smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, letting that denim squeeze into her skin. "I've never felt better." He tightened just a little more. "You know, I think I'll just go with the Tortellini as usual."

There were, in fact, lots of things going on in his mind behind those brilliant green eyes. He wasn't quite sure how to express them, but he wasn't in the mood to say so using words. So instead, he just used his...foot. Which wasn't the most effective means of transferring thought processes, but it would be better than telling her things right off the bat that would make her worried.
 
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