[excerpt] i don't have a choice, i still choose you
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”
-Chuck Palahniuk
Alex has her fingers hooked in the belt loops of her knickers, fly undone just enough to see the blue-grey color of her underwear. She looks like she’s ready either to pull them down herself in a hot second or keep me from pulling them down at all, and isn’t any closer to deciding than she was when she agreed to the exchange. Her shirt is rucked up just enough for me to see her navel, and it’s strange, startling, realizing that this is the most naked I’ve seen her in years.
“You going to let go?” I taunt, taking the opportunity to lord her uncharacteristic show of indecision over her head.
“You going to let me stop you?” she returns, the pattern of her breath changing ever so slightly as I kiss just below her bellybutton. It’s barely noticeable, barely an indication, but I’ll know, in a minute, not if but how turned on she is. My hands slide up her thighs, come up to cover hers, eclipse them, and bring everything down at once. She lifts for me and then suddenly there nothing there anymore, no barrier, denim and cotton tossed somewhere to the side. She’s soft skin and spread legs, a quick quirk of a smile manifested in a long pause as I look at her. The candy bar is forgotten along with her clothes.
“When’s the last time you’ve even seen one of these?” she teases, grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs, where she’s hot already, wet already.
“Well, a lot longer ago than you have, Thin Lezzy.”
-Chuck Palahniuk
Alex has her fingers hooked in the belt loops of her knickers, fly undone just enough to see the blue-grey color of her underwear. She looks like she’s ready either to pull them down herself in a hot second or keep me from pulling them down at all, and isn’t any closer to deciding than she was when she agreed to the exchange. Her shirt is rucked up just enough for me to see her navel, and it’s strange, startling, realizing that this is the most naked I’ve seen her in years.
“You going to let go?” I taunt, taking the opportunity to lord her uncharacteristic show of indecision over her head.
“You going to let me stop you?” she returns, the pattern of her breath changing ever so slightly as I kiss just below her bellybutton. It’s barely noticeable, barely an indication, but I’ll know, in a minute, not if but how turned on she is. My hands slide up her thighs, come up to cover hers, eclipse them, and bring everything down at once. She lifts for me and then suddenly there nothing there anymore, no barrier, denim and cotton tossed somewhere to the side. She’s soft skin and spread legs, a quick quirk of a smile manifested in a long pause as I look at her. The candy bar is forgotten along with her clothes.
“When’s the last time you’ve even seen one of these?” she teases, grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs, where she’s hot already, wet already.
“Well, a lot longer ago than you have, Thin Lezzy.”