It's funny that neither of us goes for the skin that's bared. My hands at her hips, hers on my face, drawing me close for a kiss. There's a little noise in the back of my throat when she plays with my lip, tugging at it teasingly before kissing me.
My hands slide up her bare back, pulling her close as she leans in, her breathing light, but heavy. My hands slip, slip higher, running unobstructed by bra straps over her ribs, her spine, her skin, under my hands splayed wide. "Beautiful girl," I murmur, "beautiful skin that begs to be touched," I say, almost in a haze just at touching so much of her skin and I haven't even gotten to her breasts yet.
"Don't hide," I say, bringing a hand up to brush over her heair, where she's hidden herself in my neck. "Not from me, don't ever have to hide from me," I say, hoping to ease her out of hiding. "I want to see. See what makes you happy, what makes you feel good, or bad," I say, hand reaching up between us to cup her bare breast, thumb stuttering over her nipple. "Want to see how that makes you feel," I whisper in her ear.
"Yes, begging," I whisper before I can catch my words. An involintary purr escapes my lips as his hand touches me, his thumb brushing over my nipple. "Oh, goddess." My eyes flutter closed the more he touches me and I can't help but shift on his lap, leaning in and nuzzling my face in his neck even more.
"So g-good..." I whimper, biting my lip and pulling back to look down at Angel. He wanted to see me, he didn't want me to hide from him and I didn't want to. As much as Angel told me not to, I wasn't afraid of him. "I'll never hide from you," I murmur softly, reaching up to brush my hair from my face before I let boldness take over and I finally reach down to touch his skin.
Gently my hands run over his shoulders, over his arms and then down his chest. I am careful of his still tender wounds as I touch his skin so cool under my fingers. My fingers slowly move down his chest to his stomach, my fingers tracing the definition in his muscles.
It takes a bit of effort for me to find my boldness, I let my eyes move over his arm, finally looking down at his hand as it touched my skin. I felt like I was on fire, everything inside me waring and wanting more as much as I wanted to run away. But I wasn't running.
A smile crosses my face at her gasping reaction, only to turn into a gasp of my own when she wiggles in my lap, almost grinding against me. "Tara," I groan, hips shifting up against her without my permission.
My eyes lock on hers when she pulls back to let me see her, even brushing her hair away from her face for me. "Touch me," I murmur, but then I realize her hands are already there, light and delicate, a brush of air almost. "Feels good," I say, still holding onto her, still holding her breast, not moving for fear I'll stop her hands. They trail down and an insistent part of me wants them to go further, just a little further.
I see her look, tentatively, at her own body, at where we connect, where I'm touching her and I'm not about to trouble her about what's pressing up against her. "Could touch you like this all day," I murmur to her, leaning in, shifting my hips up against her involuntarily, and letting my teeth find her collarbone.
"That's my girl," I murmur, nipping and kissing her skin, her neck, my hands sliding over her stomach, up over her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my palms, tasting them with my fingers, and finally, settling that same hand back to cup her breast and toy with the poor, hard bud of her nipple, swiping it over and over again. Once again I can't help rubbing up against her heat, my cock by now, aching to be closer to what it can't have.
My eyes widen when I feel his teeth against my neck, I gasp loudly and arch my hips down to him, my entire body humming from his touch. The sensations dart back and forth from my breast to my neck. "Please," I beg quietly, "don't stop."
Something shoots through me at his words and for the first time I finally believe that I'm more than they ever said I was. "T-then do," I murmur to his words, feeling his teeth against my neck again, my hand threading up to his hair and keeping his body close to me.
I moan softly at his touch, the feel of his fingers against my breasts is almost too much for me to handle and I hiss softly, rocking my hips up to him as my eyes flutter closed. "Oh god." I bend down and bury my face in his neck, my hands finding boldness as I move them over his chest and stomach until I feel the edge of his pants against my fingers.
"I want to..." I whisper, biting my lip and leaning in and nipping at his neck, my thumbs trailing over the edge of his stomach, wanting to go closer but not wanting to break this stopping point we've agreed on. We promised we'd stick to it and I wasn't going to go back on it even if the obscene thought of how he would feel against me filled my mind. "Angel...please, don't stop."
"So responsive," I murmur, groaning when she pushes down on my hard-on. My fingers play with her nipple, while she squirms in my lap, body full of tension already - the good kind - and we've done little more than kiss and touch each other. Funny enough, I'm feeling just as strung out. She's kind of a drug, the contrast of shy and forward is intoxicating.
She clings close and I rock against her holding her back just as close. "God, you feel so good," I get out before a groan and a hiss escape me when she goes for my neck, and I tilt my head back to give her more room. "Yes," I encourage her until I feel her fingers fluttering at my waistband.
I feel her hesitation and her need. "Anything you want, beautiful, I've got you," I murmur wanting to reassure her that I'll keep us from going too far. I hope. My eyes find hers, hand threading through her hair, the other covering hers at my zipper. I keep my eyes on hers as I pop the button and slowly pull my zipper down for her. "That what you wanted, baby?" I murmur, the endearment slipping out unfamiliarly, as I lean in to take her mouth in a hungry, wet kiss.
Everything Angel does starts to strip my shyness away, makes me feel more secure and wanted. He claims that I'm beautiful and that I feel good and I want to tell him that he's the one that makes it so; but those words never leave my lips.
I have to bite my lip to keep from shaking as I feel him pull the zipper to his pants, the sound echoing in the room like a banned song on the radio. A smile quirks my lips at his endearment and before I can say anything his lips are on mine, claiming me as I want to claim him.
My heart speeds up and I moan against his lips, using the distraction to reach my fingers a bit lower, intending to stop when I felt material. A gasp escapes my lips when I don't, kissing him harder and letting my tongue slip past my lips and brush over his. I keep my hand against him, the feel of him beneath my hand is something new and as tempted as I am to explore - and run away - I don't, there is only so much either of us can take before we reach that edge of not going back.
I break the kiss and look down at him, studying the look on his face before the boldness he planted inside me makes me lean in and kiss down his jaw, pressing my nose against his neck before I gently nip his skin. His hiss only makes me become more insistant as I concentrate on his neck and where my hand is, my mind spinning from his movements under me and his touches against my body.
Nervous, excited, her emotions flicker across her face and I wonder about this move, but I don't want her to be shy about my body, about our bodies. We're good together, and I just find myself wanting more even though I know we have to stop soon.
The kiss is hard and I groan into her mouth, tongue slipping over hers. A soft moan gets muffled by her lips when I do finally feel her hand dip lower and freeze. I kiss her deeper, and the hand moves a little more- She doesn't really grip my shaft, but she doesn't let her hand skitter away either.
My hips thrust up, wanting more than a brush of her hand, but I quickly push them back down. I'm not pushing her. I should really stop her soon but- "Oh, god," I groan when her teeth tease my neck. "Right there," I groan, pulling her up flush against me, and tilting my head back for her mouth. "That's it, baby," I say, the frenzy in me growing as she tortures my neck.
Mercilessly, my fingers twist her nipples, bouncing from one to the other, cupping and holding the full weight of her in my palms. It feels...good to have my hands so full. "Tara?" I whisper breathily against her ear "I...We might need...Oh, yes...to stop soon," I mumble trying to haul myself back from the edge and stop grinding up against her.
"Angel," I moan against his neck, his fingers pinching me and making me ache for that more I know we can't have...not now. "Oh god..." His pinches become faster and sharper, bordering on that edge of amazing pleasure right before pain. "I..." My eyes flutter and I try to concentrate on making him feel rather than myself. I know if he doesn't stop soon that I'm going to pass that edge, even if this is as far as we go.
I feel his other hand against my back, pressing my body closer to his and I know that I'm going to see stars soon. I want to take him with me, I want him to feel what he makes me feel; what he's making me feel.
To say that I don't know what I'm doing would be an extreme understatement. I have never done this with a man so I go purely on feeling, the feel of his skin under my fingers and how his body moves under mine with each of my movements.
I moan against his neck, feeling his fingers teasing my breasts just enough to send bolts of pleasure between my thighs. "Y-yes...we should..." I whisper against his ear, my boldness getting the best of me as I wrap my hand around him gently, his hips bucked up almost hard enough to push me off of him. "I-If I'm wrong...t-tell me if it's not good." With tentative movements I start moving my hand against him, my mouth going back to that spot on his neck that made him moan before.
I keep teasing her, keep wanting her, and I think for a moment that I can simply get her off and go without this time. I don't want to pressure her. Which is about the time that her hand wraps around my cock and my brain goes MIA.
Her fingers are hesistant, but once they're on me, they're on me and they don't seem to be letting go even though she's just agreed with me that we should stop.
"Tara, I-" She's really...she's too much. I don't know if I can do this right now. Yet. Want to, God, of course, I want to. "Tara-" I suck in a hiss of air when her hand starts to move.
"It's-" I swallow hard, groaning at the feel of a hand that's not my own gripping and jerking my shaft. "It's good. Very good," I say swallowing again before putting my hand over hers. "But I'm not ready yet," I manage to get out. I'm sure she thought she'd be the one to have to stop us. Her mouth on my neck, it's too much, too much. My control is too on edge.
I slip a hand between us, and rub a couple knuckles intently at the heat so close to my erection. "This time's for you, Tara," I tell her before I take her mouth in another kiss, fingers still tweaking her nipples.
My boldness deflates when I feel his hand over mine and I pull back from his neck, looking down at his hand over mine I tentatively slip my hand from him, away from the parts that I haven't even seen with my eyes just yet.
He tells me he isn't ready and I take the moment of sobrity and realize that we're not. I want him, it's obvious we feel the same but there is so much that has yet to be said and done.
Before I can protest, Angel's lips are on mine and I feel his fingers insistantly pinching my nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips and I arch to his fingers against my thin pants, panic and worry running through my head and I can't help but wonder if he'd be pleased or if he'd rather with or without...
Stop being stupid, Tara.
It takes great effort for me to pull back from his lips and look down at him even as my heart thunders in my chest; that edge we're both trying to fight running up to meet me. "I'm...oh...Oh..." I swallow hard and close my eyes, trying to get the words to form in my head even as I hold back. "I'm g-go...but...I don't w-want..." I want to take you with me. "I..." I want you to touch me.
I lean in and kiss him again, my fingers tighting the grip on his arms and I feel myself shake, a whisper escaping my lips. "Want to take you with me...Angel."
The arousal is coming off her in waves, heavy syrup-thick waves. The air around us is drenched with her scent and I just want to drive her over that edge. Feel her fall in my arms and let go. Let go of whatever's chasing her, whatever's holding her back.
She's so close, I know she's so close. Her breasts stand out red and peaked from my attentions, and her mouth looks ravaged and swollen. No words are coming out that make much sense together until she kisses me again, her breath coming out ragged. She's near desperate, and I want to give her what she wants. So badly.
I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't- but her face... It's so pleading. And she's so close. Got to decide quick. That she's so close, pretty much decides it for me. "Okay, okay, Tara, it's okay," I murmur, bringing her shuddering body even closer. My hand slides over her belly between us, and fingers dip beneath her sweats and panties. My eyes flash to hers, wanting to make sure this is okay. Not smelling anything but arousal, my fingers crawl further, seeking that heat and finally sliding against her, wet and sticky, making me groan hard.
"Together," I murmur, pulling one of her hands back with my free one to wrap around my erection. I slide my fingers against her, barely dipping inside, and imagine what it's going to feel like to have that heat wrapped around me. My eyes are locked on her face, trying to hold off until I'm sure she's gone.
Angel's tentative movements make the knots of nerves unwind inside me as he slips his hand beneath my panties. "Oh..." I moan softly and keep my eyes locked with his, showing him I wasn't shoving him away even though I could hear my fathers voice in the back of my head.
I wasn't those things. I had to start believing it, now it was my choice to start.
My mouth is open and I can't do anything but gasp and struggle to keep my eyes on his, moving my hand slowly with his, wrapped tightly around him.
I can't help but rock my hips against his fingers, feeling the roughness against me and making me tighen and ache even more. "Together," I whisper, licking my bottom lip before moving down and kissing him lightly, threading my fingers through his hair as I get bolder with my hand and mouth.
My back arches against his fingers and I feel his fingers slip just gently inside me, I can't help but tighten around him and gasp against his lips, feeling myself finally falling over that edge, my hand moving over him even more. My body shakes and shudders against his, pressing myself against him as my fingers dig into his shoulder, the only thing I can see behind my eyelids are stars.
"Tara," I moan, when her hips start rocking, her whole demeanor looking like a goddess, wanton and raw, reaching for pleasure so beautifully. "Yes, god, you're gorgeous like this," I whisper in her ear, my own hips begging to buck into our fists.
My mouth opens for her, and the simple kiss feels so good amid all the mass of sensations. MY fingers slip another fraction inside her, and I hear her gasp and squeeze my fingers tightly. "That's it, my beautiful girl," I murmur, so close to the edge myself that I'm fighting it off so I can watch as she falls apart.
Her fist moves even faster now, and I think she knows I'm trying to hold back. My hips stutter up and, "Together," slips out of my lips again. The tight muscles gripping my fingers have my hips jerking roughly, until I know I can't hold back. Not perfect, I have to think. I remind myself that she deserves better than this as I gasp and come thickly over our hands when her fingers dig deep into my shoulder, the pain/pleasure of it helping me past the necessary guilt.
I feel him throb against our fingers as my body pulses against his seconds before I feel him sticky against my fingers. It feels warm and cool at the same time, my fingers instinctivly thread with his. I wrap my arm around him and keep my shuddering body close to him, my face against his neck as my heart thunders in my ears.
"So this is what normal seventeen year olds do..." I mutter against his skin, hiding my face in his neck and feeling shy again. I can't believe what we did, what I did or what he made me feel.
I'm not running from it. But I might need to.
Nervously I lick my lips and run my hand gently over his back. "I-I'm sorry if...I didn't think we would go that far." I pause just long enough to get my thoughts together to correct the words. "I've never...never had to w-worry about um...boy parts." Yeah, that sounds real sexy Tara.
My hands slide up her bare back, pulling her close as she leans in, her breathing light, but heavy. My hands slip, slip higher, running unobstructed by bra straps over her ribs, her spine, her skin, under my hands splayed wide. "Beautiful girl," I murmur, "beautiful skin that begs to be touched," I say, almost in a haze just at touching so much of her skin and I haven't even gotten to her breasts yet.
"Don't hide," I say, bringing a hand up to brush over her heair, where she's hidden herself in my neck. "Not from me, don't ever have to hide from me," I say, hoping to ease her out of hiding. "I want to see. See what makes you happy, what makes you feel good, or bad," I say, hand reaching up between us to cup her bare breast, thumb stuttering over her nipple. "Want to see how that makes you feel," I whisper in her ear.
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"So g-good..." I whimper, biting my lip and pulling back to look down at Angel. He wanted to see me, he didn't want me to hide from him and I didn't want to. As much as Angel told me not to, I wasn't afraid of him. "I'll never hide from you," I murmur softly, reaching up to brush my hair from my face before I let boldness take over and I finally reach down to touch his skin.
Gently my hands run over his shoulders, over his arms and then down his chest. I am careful of his still tender wounds as I touch his skin so cool under my fingers. My fingers slowly move down his chest to his stomach, my fingers tracing the definition in his muscles.
It takes a bit of effort for me to find my boldness, I let my eyes move over his arm, finally looking down at his hand as it touched my skin. I felt like I was on fire, everything inside me waring and wanting more as much as I wanted to run away. But I wasn't running.
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My eyes lock on hers when she pulls back to let me see her, even brushing her hair away from her face for me. "Touch me," I murmur, but then I realize her hands are already there, light and delicate, a brush of air almost. "Feels good," I say, still holding onto her, still holding her breast, not moving for fear I'll stop her hands. They trail down and an insistent part of me wants them to go further, just a little further.
I see her look, tentatively, at her own body, at where we connect, where I'm touching her and I'm not about to trouble her about what's pressing up against her. "Could touch you like this all day," I murmur to her, leaning in, shifting my hips up against her involuntarily, and letting my teeth find her collarbone.
"That's my girl," I murmur, nipping and kissing her skin, her neck, my hands sliding over her stomach, up over her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my palms, tasting them with my fingers, and finally, settling that same hand back to cup her breast and toy with the poor, hard bud of her nipple, swiping it over and over again. Once again I can't help rubbing up against her heat, my cock by now, aching to be closer to what it can't have.
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Something shoots through me at his words and for the first time I finally believe that I'm more than they ever said I was. "T-then do," I murmur to his words, feeling his teeth against my neck again, my hand threading up to his hair and keeping his body close to me.
I moan softly at his touch, the feel of his fingers against my breasts is almost too much for me to handle and I hiss softly, rocking my hips up to him as my eyes flutter closed. "Oh god." I bend down and bury my face in his neck, my hands finding boldness as I move them over his chest and stomach until I feel the edge of his pants against my fingers.
"I want to..." I whisper, biting my lip and leaning in and nipping at his neck, my thumbs trailing over the edge of his stomach, wanting to go closer but not wanting to break this stopping point we've agreed on. We promised we'd stick to it and I wasn't going to go back on it even if the obscene thought of how he would feel against me filled my mind. "Angel...please, don't stop."
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She clings close and I rock against her holding her back just as close. "God, you feel so good," I get out before a groan and a hiss escape me when she goes for my neck, and I tilt my head back to give her more room. "Yes," I encourage her until I feel her fingers fluttering at my waistband.
I feel her hesitation and her need. "Anything you want, beautiful, I've got you," I murmur wanting to reassure her that I'll keep us from going too far. I hope. My eyes find hers, hand threading through her hair, the other covering hers at my zipper. I keep my eyes on hers as I pop the button and slowly pull my zipper down for her. "That what you wanted, baby?" I murmur, the endearment slipping out unfamiliarly, as I lean in to take her mouth in a hungry, wet kiss.
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I have to bite my lip to keep from shaking as I feel him pull the zipper to his pants, the sound echoing in the room like a banned song on the radio. A smile quirks my lips at his endearment and before I can say anything his lips are on mine, claiming me as I want to claim him.
My heart speeds up and I moan against his lips, using the distraction to reach my fingers a bit lower, intending to stop when I felt material. A gasp escapes my lips when I don't, kissing him harder and letting my tongue slip past my lips and brush over his. I keep my hand against him, the feel of him beneath my hand is something new and as tempted as I am to explore - and run away - I don't, there is only so much either of us can take before we reach that edge of not going back.
I break the kiss and look down at him, studying the look on his face before the boldness he planted inside me makes me lean in and kiss down his jaw, pressing my nose against his neck before I gently nip his skin. His hiss only makes me become more insistant as I concentrate on his neck and where my hand is, my mind spinning from his movements under me and his touches against my body.
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The kiss is hard and I groan into her mouth, tongue slipping over hers. A soft moan gets muffled by her lips when I do finally feel her hand dip lower and freeze. I kiss her deeper, and the hand moves a little more- She doesn't really grip my shaft, but she doesn't let her hand skitter away either.
My hips thrust up, wanting more than a brush of her hand, but I quickly push them back down. I'm not pushing her. I should really stop her soon but- "Oh, god," I groan when her teeth tease my neck. "Right there," I groan, pulling her up flush against me, and tilting my head back for her mouth. "That's it, baby," I say, the frenzy in me growing as she tortures my neck.
Mercilessly, my fingers twist her nipples, bouncing from one to the other, cupping and holding the full weight of her in my palms. It feels...good to have my hands so full. "Tara?" I whisper breathily against her ear "I...We might need...Oh, yes...to stop soon," I mumble trying to haul myself back from the edge and stop grinding up against her.
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I feel his other hand against my back, pressing my body closer to his and I know that I'm going to see stars soon. I want to take him with me, I want him to feel what he makes me feel; what he's making me feel.
To say that I don't know what I'm doing would be an extreme understatement. I have never done this with a man so I go purely on feeling, the feel of his skin under my fingers and how his body moves under mine with each of my movements.
I moan against his neck, feeling his fingers teasing my breasts just enough to send bolts of pleasure between my thighs. "Y-yes...we should..." I whisper against his ear, my boldness getting the best of me as I wrap my hand around him gently, his hips bucked up almost hard enough to push me off of him. "I-If I'm wrong...t-tell me if it's not good." With tentative movements I start moving my hand against him, my mouth going back to that spot on his neck that made him moan before.
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Her fingers are hesistant, but once they're on me, they're on me and they don't seem to be letting go even though she's just agreed with me that we should stop.
"Tara, I-" She's really...she's too much. I don't know if I can do this right now. Yet. Want to, God, of course, I want to. "Tara-" I suck in a hiss of air when her hand starts to move.
"It's-" I swallow hard, groaning at the feel of a hand that's not my own gripping and jerking my shaft. "It's good. Very good," I say swallowing again before putting my hand over hers. "But I'm not ready yet," I manage to get out. I'm sure she thought she'd be the one to have to stop us. Her mouth on my neck, it's too much, too much. My control is too on edge.
I slip a hand between us, and rub a couple knuckles intently at the heat so close to my erection. "This time's for you, Tara," I tell her before I take her mouth in another kiss, fingers still tweaking her nipples.
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He tells me he isn't ready and I take the moment of sobrity and realize that we're not. I want him, it's obvious we feel the same but there is so much that has yet to be said and done.
Before I can protest, Angel's lips are on mine and I feel his fingers insistantly pinching my nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips and I arch to his fingers against my thin pants, panic and worry running through my head and I can't help but wonder if he'd be pleased or if he'd rather with or without...
Stop being stupid, Tara.
It takes great effort for me to pull back from his lips and look down at him even as my heart thunders in my chest; that edge we're both trying to fight running up to meet me. "I'm...oh...Oh..." I swallow hard and close my eyes, trying to get the words to form in my head even as I hold back. "I'm g-go...but...I don't w-want..." I want to take you with me. "I..." I want you to touch me.
I lean in and kiss him again, my fingers tighting the grip on his arms and I feel myself shake, a whisper escaping my lips. "Want to take you with me...Angel."
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She's so close, I know she's so close. Her breasts stand out red and peaked from my attentions, and her mouth looks ravaged and swollen. No words are coming out that make much sense together until she kisses me again, her breath coming out ragged. She's near desperate, and I want to give her what she wants. So badly.
I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't- but her face... It's so pleading. And she's so close. Got to decide quick. That she's so close, pretty much decides it for me. "Okay, okay, Tara, it's okay," I murmur, bringing her shuddering body even closer. My hand slides over her belly between us, and fingers dip beneath her sweats and panties. My eyes flash to hers, wanting to make sure this is okay. Not smelling anything but arousal, my fingers crawl further, seeking that heat and finally sliding against her, wet and sticky, making me groan hard.
"Together," I murmur, pulling one of her hands back with my free one to wrap around my erection. I slide my fingers against her, barely dipping inside, and imagine what it's going to feel like to have that heat wrapped around me. My eyes are locked on her face, trying to hold off until I'm sure she's gone.
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I wasn't those things. I had to start believing it, now it was my choice to start.
My mouth is open and I can't do anything but gasp and struggle to keep my eyes on his, moving my hand slowly with his, wrapped tightly around him.
I can't help but rock my hips against his fingers, feeling the roughness against me and making me tighen and ache even more. "Together," I whisper, licking my bottom lip before moving down and kissing him lightly, threading my fingers through his hair as I get bolder with my hand and mouth.
My back arches against his fingers and I feel his fingers slip just gently inside me, I can't help but tighten around him and gasp against his lips, feeling myself finally falling over that edge, my hand moving over him even more. My body shakes and shudders against his, pressing myself against him as my fingers dig into his shoulder, the only thing I can see behind my eyelids are stars.
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My mouth opens for her, and the simple kiss feels so good amid all the mass of sensations. MY fingers slip another fraction inside her, and I hear her gasp and squeeze my fingers tightly. "That's it, my beautiful girl," I murmur, so close to the edge myself that I'm fighting it off so I can watch as she falls apart.
Her fist moves even faster now, and I think she knows I'm trying to hold back. My hips stutter up and, "Together," slips out of my lips again. The tight muscles gripping my fingers have my hips jerking roughly, until I know I can't hold back. Not perfect, I have to think. I remind myself that she deserves better than this as I gasp and come thickly over our hands when her fingers dig deep into my shoulder, the pain/pleasure of it helping me past the necessary guilt.
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"So this is what normal seventeen year olds do..." I mutter against his skin, hiding my face in his neck and feeling shy again. I can't believe what we did, what I did or what he made me feel.
I'm not running from it. But I might need to.
Nervously I lick my lips and run my hand gently over his back. "I-I'm sorry if...I didn't think we would go that far." I pause just long enough to get my thoughts together to correct the words. "I've never...never had to w-worry about um...boy parts." Yeah, that sounds real sexy Tara.
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