Pinned Ya, 3/4ramarooSeptember 28 2010, 23:00:05 UTC
A dozen emotions had flickered across his dark eyes simultaneously. But something had stuck after that moment, something she’d never seen, some kind of blend of anger and frustration and stubbornness and heat...it scared her and thrilled her all at the same time, and before she had been able to ask him what it was she was looking at, he’d risen up halfway beneath her and crushed his mouth against hers.
That, in retrospect, hadn’t been entirely unexpected, but nonetheless took her breath away. Suddenly she seemed to lose all her strength, and he sapped it away from her, grabbing her firmly by the wrists and flipping her over onto the laundry-mottled floor. Before she could breathe, the firm wetness of his tongue dove past her teeth and insisted a dance on hers to which she could only moan and push against his hands, which pushed back with a very definite assertion of force. Wriggling, her shoes were kicked off, and her legs wound around the hot young male who was suddenly pushing his body against her with the majority of his weight.
Nala gasped for air as his mouth had left hers as suddenly as they had met, and he nuzzled firmly into her neck, causing her tilt up her chin and bite her lip at the thrill. Simba kissed her again and released her wrists to paw his hands down her more than willing figure, and when she had tried to push her fingers into his hair she was punished with a sudden slap to one side of her bottom, almost bare beneath her breezy skirt, and her hands quickly returned to where they had been, obediently palm-up, and at his mercy. She felt him smile, and she smiled in return, biting his lip and tugging insistently at his rear with her heels.
Looking back, she couldn’t quite place when what had come off or who started removing it, or where exactly her panties had gone, as he never found them. But when in a flurry of hormones Simba unbuckled his belt and tugged down his trousers she had done nothing to stop him, and when his dark, unaltered, rigid cock plucked out of his shorts surrounded by rust-colored curls she had only stared with need. She could, however, distinctly recall being the one to grab hold of the thick, perfect organ before either of them could hesitate and push it against the virginal spot which had been hot and willing after years of waiting for him.
It had been her first, and yes, she had been saving it for him. He hadn’t been gentle, but she never asked him to be. He had broken her swift and sudden and gotten right back to what felt good, and it had suited his personality perfectly. His hands linked through hers and pushed her knuckles into the carpet to the point of turning raw, and she had to bite her tongue to keep their sex from alerting his parents who were only a few thin walls away. He drove into her for several long, blissful moments with a primal sort of need, and the way he threw his head back and growled reminded her of a lion unabashedly claiming his queen in the middle of the Serengeti. She felt the shudder in his legs and in his hips when he came, and every throb and push of fluid into her that followed. The sheer brazenness of his emptying inside her unprotected had made her deliciously dizzy, in spite of the pain. She was his, she was Simba’s Nala. She always had been.
That, in retrospect, hadn’t been entirely unexpected, but nonetheless took her breath away. Suddenly she seemed to lose all her strength, and he sapped it away from her, grabbing her firmly by the wrists and flipping her over onto the laundry-mottled floor. Before she could breathe, the firm wetness of his tongue dove past her teeth and insisted a dance on hers to which she could only moan and push against his hands, which pushed back with a very definite assertion of force. Wriggling, her shoes were kicked off, and her legs wound around the hot young male who was suddenly pushing his body against her with the majority of his weight.
Nala gasped for air as his mouth had left hers as suddenly as they had met, and he nuzzled firmly into her neck, causing her tilt up her chin and bite her lip at the thrill. Simba kissed her again and released her wrists to paw his hands down her more than willing figure, and when she had tried to push her fingers into his hair she was punished with a sudden slap to one side of her bottom, almost bare beneath her breezy skirt, and her hands quickly returned to where they had been, obediently palm-up, and at his mercy. She felt him smile, and she smiled in return, biting his lip and tugging insistently at his rear with her heels.
Looking back, she couldn’t quite place when what had come off or who started removing it, or where exactly her panties had gone, as he never found them. But when in a flurry of hormones Simba unbuckled his belt and tugged down his trousers she had done nothing to stop him, and when his dark, unaltered, rigid cock plucked out of his shorts surrounded by rust-colored curls she had only stared with need. She could, however, distinctly recall being the one to grab hold of the thick, perfect organ before either of them could hesitate and push it against the virginal spot which had been hot and willing after years of waiting for him.
It had been her first, and yes, she had been saving it for him. He hadn’t been gentle, but she never asked him to be. He had broken her swift and sudden and gotten right back to what felt good, and it had suited his personality perfectly. His hands linked through hers and pushed her knuckles into the carpet to the point of turning raw, and she had to bite her tongue to keep their sex from alerting his parents who were only a few thin walls away. He drove into her for several long, blissful moments with a primal sort of need, and the way he threw his head back and growled reminded her of a lion unabashedly claiming his queen in the middle of the Serengeti. She felt the shudder in his legs and in his hips when he came, and every throb and push of fluid into her that followed. The sheer brazenness of his emptying inside her unprotected had made her deliciously dizzy, in spite of the pain. She was his, she was Simba’s Nala. She always had been.
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