I hear him come in and I smile as he kisses my skin. "Yes, I'll join you." My heart flutters with nervousness at the thought of actually seeing him. It's not like it's something I need to be scared of, this is Angel and I've already been over the fact that I don't have to shy away from him.
His words would have been giggle worthy cute if I wasn't so worried about what he'd think of me. I remember when I told my father about Christina...I can't think of that now. I just can't.
"It w-wasn't what I meant...I..." Just come out and say it. "I'm used to girl parts. I've never even thought to look at another man...'til you." Now if that doesn't sound childish and stupid.
Looking away, I hide behind my hair and start to pull down my pants, leaving my shirt to cover up my body. It's strange and stupid but he has seen me without my top on. I shouldn't have to be worried or scared about him looking at me; yet I find that I am.
Instead of peeling her out of her shirt and mkaing her the one to stand around naked, I do like I did out on the couch and go to open my pants first, seeing that her own bottoms aren't making her so self-conscous as the top. My eyes catch on the vee of her thighs, moisture still shining there in smears from before, but I'm quick to look up at her face, no need ot make her feel as nervous as she looks
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"I know, I didn't...I didn't mean that." I brush my hair from my face, feeling my skin become warmer with the steam from the shower. "I don't like telling people." I finish, leaving out the why in that aspect.
Leaning up, I kiss him gently, feeling my face flush and rest my hands on his chest. "If you w-want," I whisper, feeling myself as if I am reverting back into my shell. It's a safe place. Trying to make light of it, I smile shyly and turn my eyes up to his. "I don't think they made a bottle of boldness big enough for that now." I touch his face gently. "I am comfortable with you."
The temptation is on my lips to ask him if taking a shower in the dark would be a bad thing.
I swallow hard and close my eyes tightly, reaching down to pull my own shirt over my head, keeping my eyes closed as I self-conciously wrap my arms over my chest.
She doesn't like telling people. So does that mean she doesn't like telling me? I'm trying to figure out what that has to do with anything, or why that would be- I mean, I know why it would be other people, but why with me. She doesn't seem to want to dwell though, and I file that away for later
( ... )
I open my eyes slowly and look at him, letting his words sink into me as I let my arms fall away and wrap around him. "It's not you," I tell him. "It's hard not to close yourself up when that's all you've done." My next words are barely whispered. "I'm afraid not to hide."
Reaching up gently, I touch his face, looking up at him. "I don't want to be shy with you, I hope you know that."
After a moment's pause, I step back from him and take his hands in mine, pulling him into the hot shower with me, never taking my eyes off his as I walk under the hot spray, the water flowing over my skin and weighing my hair down around my shoulders.
"See," I murmur, leaning up and kissing him gently. "This was a good limit, right? It was unexpected but...This is LA, everything is." Every part of my body feels tender and I can't help but hiss slightly when the hot water flows over my breasts, running over my sore nipples and making me gasp and bite my lip.
I nod and follow her to the shower, taking in the full length of her while she's not looking. Hips, the sweet curve of her ass, beautiful legs. This might be a harder shower than I imagined
( ... )
He's right when he says this isn't much of a limit, and I agree with him but as long as we're aware of the boundry's then... Oh...his hands are on my skin and I can't bring myself to say no - or yes - and his fingers move over me. I never thought washing your shoulders and arms could be so...hot
( ... )
I feel Angel's hands over my skin and I feel like a tuning fork again, everything inside me alive and craving for more. This scares me, it all does. I want to shed my past around him, I want to forget everything and start a new life without anything from my past haunting me.
"Should maybe...but...goddess, don't." If that wasn't a mixed signal I don't know what is. But it's the truth and the feel of his hands on me, his lips leaving hot trails on my skin. I can't think straight and right now I don't want to either.
He's kissing me and telling me that I'm something I know I'm not. "You don't...you d-don't have to lie," I say barely above whisper, "I know I'm not." I leave out the part where I never let anyone see me without clothes on, not even the girls I've dated. Clothes were off, a sheet was on and vice versa. "Too curvy and I'm..." My words trail off and I try to block out the insecurities that I have and concentrate on the hot water falling on us and the way his hands feel against my skin.
Her words slip out as I'm about to lean in and kiss between her thighs but I stop halfway there, and shake my head, smiling. I thread one of my hands into one of hers and look up at her silently before trying to fix this
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Christina said things like this to me before but we were younger and...but that was the past. This is different and new and wonderful. "Y-you do that to me too..." I reach down and touch his face, brushing his wet hair from his forehead before running my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I just never...I believe you, Angel." A small smile quirks my lips from his words before, the idea that he really wanted me, clothed and not, sinking in slowly.
"I don't doubt it." I brush my wet hair from my eyes, feeling the hot water wash the soap away from my skin and swirl around us.
Looking down at him, I feel like my head is spinning, a good kind of spinning. "Please," I whisper, "I d-don't like w-when your hands aren't touching my skin..." I feel emotionally naked now and I can't help it. I don't feel exposed or ashamed with Angel. He's changing me, I feel it, I might like this change...
It looks like she might believe me, at least for now. I smile up at her, hoping she's reassured at least.
My hands come up to her thighs, the cloth in my hands soaping over each, sliding around back to brush my soapy hands over her ass, fingers teasing along the seam of her ass. "You can hang onto my shoulders," I tell her, glancing up, not sure if she's going to be able to handle all of this.
My hands slide over her legs, down one and up the other, soap falling in steady streams. I look up at her again, still gauging her reactions before sliding the soapy cloth against the vee of her thighs. "Spread your legs a little, " I say softly brushing the cloth again along the valley of her hip, waiting patiently to see if she'll do as I ask.
All of this is both forign and familuar to me at the same time, I feel the water beat down on my skin and I tentatively move my hands out to touch him. I touch his face a moment before moving down to his shoulders, my hands shaking slightly as I watch him.
I feel Angel's hands on me, touching my skin and leaving me feel like I was burning inside. "'kay..." I breathe, shifting my left leg slightly to give him further access to me.
My eyes closed and I focused on the feel of the material of the cloth against my skin, the steem of the water mixed with the warm heavy scent of the soap he used.
I blink my eyes open against the water and look down at him, chewing my bottom lip in anxiousness but not nerves.
I am... in awe. The lightest of touches to my face, like she's treasuring me before putting her hands on my shoulders, clinging slightly. I lean in to kiss first one and then the other hipbone, praising at the altar that is Tara.
She really is gorgeous, her hair hanging down in dark, heavy strands, each dripping from the tip like my cock is right now. Didn't take me long to get there with her like this. Just seeing her totally bare for me, and that tentative, innocent revealing, God, it's any wonder I'm not trying to take her right here against the wall, water sliding everywhere. But I'm not, and I'm not ready to have her like that. She needs more. We need more. But this feels right. I want to see all of her, and I want her to show me as she's ready. We'll get there. And neither of us may be ready, but it will be right
( ... )
My breath hitches in my throat and I have to restrain myself from arching my hips up to his touches, the feel of his fingers through the warm cloth is becoming too much.
I gasp sharply when I feel his fingers dig into me just slightly, my hips arch up of their own accord and I feel my heart pick up speed the more he moves his hand, my body still tuned tightly from the couch and I know I can't hold back like I did before.
"I'm...y-yeah, I'm okay..." I lick my lips and touch his cheek again, smiling softly. "A-are you?" My breath is ragged and I tighten my hands on his shoulders, my fingers almost digging into his skin.
I let go of his shoulder and brush my heavy wet hair from my eyes, fealing it hang over my breasts, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me so intently. "A-are you okay?" I murmur heavily, chewing my bottom lip again and wondering how much restraint we had left.
"I'm good. Love seeing you like this. I like that you're bare for me," I say, looking at her with total honesty in my eyes. And I do. Her vulnerability is luscious and it only serves to remind me of my dick hanging heavy and thick between my legs again... already. I'll have to do a little private washing, I'm thinking. God, she makes me ache.
My fingers dip in, dig in, tease her, slide in, out, in, out, the cloth abandoned as it slithers down my hand and wrist. I lean in close, mouth pressing kisses to her belly, tiny nips to the soft wet skin.
"Come for me, Tara, you're so gorgeous," I murmur under my breath, next to her skin. Two fingers slip in easy. Pressure, thickness, friction. I work her on my fingers murmuring encouragements. "So close, baby, that's it, just let go, that's it," I coax her, nuzzling close, licking, nipping, kissing her belly as I thrust my fingers inside her, and steady, sure rhythm making her sway on her feet.
His words would have been giggle worthy cute if I wasn't so worried about what he'd think of me. I remember when I told my father about Christina...I can't think of that now. I just can't.
"It w-wasn't what I meant...I..." Just come out and say it. "I'm used to girl parts. I've never even thought to look at another man...'til you." Now if that doesn't sound childish and stupid.
Looking away, I hide behind my hair and start to pull down my pants, leaving my shirt to cover up my body. It's strange and stupid but he has seen me without my top on. I shouldn't have to be worried or scared about him looking at me; yet I find that I am.
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Leaning up, I kiss him gently, feeling my face flush and rest my hands on his chest. "If you w-want," I whisper, feeling myself as if I am reverting back into my shell. It's a safe place. Trying to make light of it, I smile shyly and turn my eyes up to his. "I don't think they made a bottle of boldness big enough for that now." I touch his face gently. "I am comfortable with you."
The temptation is on my lips to ask him if taking a shower in the dark would be a bad thing.
I swallow hard and close my eyes tightly, reaching down to pull my own shirt over my head, keeping my eyes closed as I self-conciously wrap my arms over my chest.
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Reaching up gently, I touch his face, looking up at him. "I don't want to be shy with you, I hope you know that."
After a moment's pause, I step back from him and take his hands in mine, pulling him into the hot shower with me, never taking my eyes off his as I walk under the hot spray, the water flowing over my skin and weighing my hair down around my shoulders.
"See," I murmur, leaning up and kissing him gently. "This was a good limit, right? It was unexpected but...This is LA, everything is." Every part of my body feels tender and I can't help but hiss slightly when the hot water flows over my breasts, running over my sore nipples and making me gasp and bite my lip.
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"Should maybe...but...goddess, don't." If that wasn't a mixed signal I don't know what is. But it's the truth and the feel of his hands on me, his lips leaving hot trails on my skin. I can't think straight and right now I don't want to either.
He's kissing me and telling me that I'm something I know I'm not. "You don't...you d-don't have to lie," I say barely above whisper, "I know I'm not." I leave out the part where I never let anyone see me without clothes on, not even the girls I've dated. Clothes were off, a sheet was on and vice versa. "Too curvy and I'm..." My words trail off and I try to block out the insecurities that I have and concentrate on the hot water falling on us and the way his hands feel against my skin.
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Christina said things like this to me before but we were younger and...but that was the past. This is different and new and wonderful. "Y-you do that to me too..." I reach down and touch his face, brushing his wet hair from his forehead before running my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I just never...I believe you, Angel." A small smile quirks my lips from his words before, the idea that he really wanted me, clothed and not, sinking in slowly.
"I don't doubt it." I brush my wet hair from my eyes, feeling the hot water wash the soap away from my skin and swirl around us.
Looking down at him, I feel like my head is spinning, a good kind of spinning. "Please," I whisper, "I d-don't like w-when your hands aren't touching my skin..." I feel emotionally naked now and I can't help it. I don't feel exposed or ashamed with Angel. He's changing me, I feel it, I might like this change...
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My hands come up to her thighs, the cloth in my hands soaping over each, sliding around back to brush my soapy hands over her ass, fingers teasing along the seam of her ass. "You can hang onto my shoulders," I tell her, glancing up, not sure if she's going to be able to handle all of this.
My hands slide over her legs, down one and up the other, soap falling in steady streams. I look up at her again, still gauging her reactions before sliding the soapy cloth against the vee of her thighs. "Spread your legs a little, " I say softly brushing the cloth again along the valley of her hip, waiting patiently to see if she'll do as I ask.
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I feel Angel's hands on me, touching my skin and leaving me feel like I was burning inside. "'kay..." I breathe, shifting my left leg slightly to give him further access to me.
My eyes closed and I focused on the feel of the material of the cloth against my skin, the steem of the water mixed with the warm heavy scent of the soap he used.
I blink my eyes open against the water and look down at him, chewing my bottom lip in anxiousness but not nerves.
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She really is gorgeous, her hair hanging down in dark, heavy strands, each dripping from the tip like my cock is right now. Didn't take me long to get there with her like this. Just seeing her totally bare for me, and that tentative, innocent revealing, God, it's any wonder I'm not trying to take her right here against the wall, water sliding everywhere. But I'm not, and I'm not ready to have her like that. She needs more. We need more. But this feels right. I want to see all of her, and I want her to show me as she's ready. We'll get there. And neither of us may be ready, but it will be right ( ... )
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I gasp sharply when I feel his fingers dig into me just slightly, my hips arch up of their own accord and I feel my heart pick up speed the more he moves his hand, my body still tuned tightly from the couch and I know I can't hold back like I did before.
"I'm...y-yeah, I'm okay..." I lick my lips and touch his cheek again, smiling softly. "A-are you?" My breath is ragged and I tighten my hands on his shoulders, my fingers almost digging into his skin.
I let go of his shoulder and brush my heavy wet hair from my eyes, fealing it hang over my breasts, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me so intently. "A-are you okay?" I murmur heavily, chewing my bottom lip again and wondering how much restraint we had left.
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My fingers dip in, dig in, tease her, slide in, out, in, out, the cloth abandoned as it slithers down my hand and wrist. I lean in close, mouth pressing kisses to her belly, tiny nips to the soft wet skin.
"Come for me, Tara, you're so gorgeous," I murmur under my breath, next to her skin. Two fingers slip in easy. Pressure, thickness, friction. I work her on my fingers murmuring encouragements. "So close, baby, that's it, just let go, that's it," I coax her, nuzzling close, licking, nipping, kissing her belly as I thrust my fingers inside her, and steady, sure rhythm making her sway on her feet.
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