Crusade
Star
- Joined
- Dec 8, 2013
That kiss. If it hadn't been for that kiss, Johnny could have been standing outside the dressing room, fully clothed, waiting for Scarlet to come out. He could have set out to do what he had to do, not pay her any attention aside from doing what she wanted (barring sex) and the week would have been over before he knew it. Instead, he chose to kiss her, and with that kiss, there would be no turning back.
There was definitely a deep-seeded hunger in the way Scarlet kissed him back. He could feel her nearly naked body pressed warmly against him, the way her hips moved teasing his cock into a more impressive erection. He could feel her nipples harden and press tightly against his chest, tempting him to pull away and give them the attention they deserved with his mouth. He hated himself for having been so weak. He'd never caved in any situation. He'd stared death in the face more times than he could count and yet he was backing down to the old man's daughter.
Before he had time to ponder anything else, the kiss was broken and those big brown eyes were staring up at him. He never had wanted to relinquish control, but it was pretty clear that Scarlet was in the driver's seat at that point. Make her writhe with pleasure? He could do that. He wanted to do that. He knew she didn't mean by fucking her, because she said she'd return the favor. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give her exactly that.
If the staff at the store hadn't known who Scarlet and her family were, they would have been asked to leave twenty minutes ago, but because of their pull, it was almost as if the two of them had their own private room there in the store. Johnny glanced down at Scarlet's hand as it felt over his cock through his pants and he reached down quickly to grab hold of her wrist. He pulled her hand away and shook his head. "You first," he muttered, placing his hands on her shoulders, sitting her down on the seat that spanned one wall of the fairly spacious dressing room.
Once she was seated, Johnny dropped to his knees. He hooked his thumbs into either side of her panties and slowly tugged them down, tossing them aside once they were free of her ankles. Grabbing hold of her knees, he spread her legs wide and shifted himself forward, kissing from her inner knee up her thigh until he was face-to-face with her womanhood.
He glanced up at her momentarily before delving in, his tongue tracing over her folds before finding her clit. He worked the tip of his tongue in little concentric circles, adding teasing bits of pressure here and there to surprise her. He breathed in her scent and got lost in what he was doing. One hand massaged her inner thigh while the other moved to one of her breasts, massaging her hardened nipple between two fingers.
Johnny enclosed his mouth around her swollen clit, humming to send vibrations throughout her body. He lapped at the nub with more forceful motions of his tongue, alternately sucking it a bit before letting it go. The hand that had been at her thigh moved to her slit, his middle finger very slowly easing its way inside to give her an added sensation. If he couldn't make her writhe from pleasure like this, he didn't know what to do.
There was definitely a deep-seeded hunger in the way Scarlet kissed him back. He could feel her nearly naked body pressed warmly against him, the way her hips moved teasing his cock into a more impressive erection. He could feel her nipples harden and press tightly against his chest, tempting him to pull away and give them the attention they deserved with his mouth. He hated himself for having been so weak. He'd never caved in any situation. He'd stared death in the face more times than he could count and yet he was backing down to the old man's daughter.
Before he had time to ponder anything else, the kiss was broken and those big brown eyes were staring up at him. He never had wanted to relinquish control, but it was pretty clear that Scarlet was in the driver's seat at that point. Make her writhe with pleasure? He could do that. He wanted to do that. He knew she didn't mean by fucking her, because she said she'd return the favor. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give her exactly that.
If the staff at the store hadn't known who Scarlet and her family were, they would have been asked to leave twenty minutes ago, but because of their pull, it was almost as if the two of them had their own private room there in the store. Johnny glanced down at Scarlet's hand as it felt over his cock through his pants and he reached down quickly to grab hold of her wrist. He pulled her hand away and shook his head. "You first," he muttered, placing his hands on her shoulders, sitting her down on the seat that spanned one wall of the fairly spacious dressing room.
Once she was seated, Johnny dropped to his knees. He hooked his thumbs into either side of her panties and slowly tugged them down, tossing them aside once they were free of her ankles. Grabbing hold of her knees, he spread her legs wide and shifted himself forward, kissing from her inner knee up her thigh until he was face-to-face with her womanhood.
He glanced up at her momentarily before delving in, his tongue tracing over her folds before finding her clit. He worked the tip of his tongue in little concentric circles, adding teasing bits of pressure here and there to surprise her. He breathed in her scent and got lost in what he was doing. One hand massaged her inner thigh while the other moved to one of her breasts, massaging her hardened nipple between two fingers.
Johnny enclosed his mouth around her swollen clit, humming to send vibrations throughout her body. He lapped at the nub with more forceful motions of his tongue, alternately sucking it a bit before letting it go. The hand that had been at her thigh moved to her slit, his middle finger very slowly easing its way inside to give her an added sensation. If he couldn't make her writhe from pleasure like this, he didn't know what to do.