some waytoolong cobra/nani :D part 3
anonymous
July 18 2010, 07:28:33 UTC
“…and that’s pretty much- oops.” Nani swept down to retrieve the dropped cloth, legs spreading slightly as she did so. She glanced up and he was fairly sure a blush was tingeing her cheeks. Well. “Right, um, that’s basically our day,” she concluded, flinging the cloth over the faucet and wiping her hands on her shorts, rubbing her own thighs. She fidgeted for a moment before adding, “Oh, uh, I know Lilo drew some stuff the other day and the last social worker said it was good to see what kids draw, I don’t really know why but then again I’m not a social worker, so lemme just go and grab those and you can-”
She tripped, which he had to say he expected, considering how flustered she was. What he did not expect (but in retrospect really should have, given the way today had been going already) was her doing a very strange, ballerina-esque move to keep from falling, shrieking softly and grabbing at the back of his chair and effectively swinging herself quite heavily into his lap.
He stared down at her, then remembered his sunglasses were on and all she could see was her reflection in them. Taking them off, he raised his eyebrows. “May I help you?”
Now she was definitely blushing. “Uh…” She cleared her throat nervously. “This is, um, awkward.”
“True.”
She was half-clinging to his neck to keep from completely tipping over backwards, which meant a good portion of her breasts were pressed against his chest. And he really could not bring himself to mind. Nani’s lips parted slightly; it shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.
“Um-” she squeaked, and was it him or were their faces suddenly a lot closer together than before? “M-Mr. B…Bubbles-”
He stood up suddenly, and Nani gasped, tightening her arm like he was going to drop her but come on, she was less than half his weight for God’s sake. Somehow he managed to maneuver her left leg so that she had both conveniently wrapped around him, the contortionist-like attempt becoming worth it when her eyes went wide at the feeling of him hard against her. Her head dipped back, and, very much unable to stop himself (which said a lot, because self-control really was his shtick), he buried his mouth in her long neck.
Nani let out a tiny, breathless moan and tightened her legs reflexively, eyes fluttering closed. With an irritated noise he turned and pressed her to the wall, the movement required to get there making her pant. He grasped the hair band holding her shirt up and tugged, loosening it until he could slip the fabric over her head. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, gleaming from the sunlight through the window, and her back created another inviting arch as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, nipping and sucking.
“Oh- ahh, I-” For once, words appeared to escape her instead of spilling out. He decided that he rather liked this change of pace. Nani’s legs rhythmically clenched and unclenched around him, rubbing herself against his shaft through all those layers of clothing as he continued to work at her breasts until she was quivering and gasping.
He pulled back. “Down,” he said roughly, shoving at her legs until she untangled them from his muscled waist. As soon as her toes touched the floor he tugged her flimsy shorts off, big hands skimming her thighs, and did the same to her panties before quickly undoing his own pants, feeling himself aching.
“Wait!” Nani held up a hand, the other resting on his arm. She glanced away. “Could you maybe tell me, your, um-”
“Ah.” He fisted his right hand and offered it up to her with an uncharacteristic grin. Her eyebrows rose, but he didn’t notice as his eyes raked down her naked body.
“Cobra?” she laughed, running a finger over his knuckles, but it turned into a moan when he lifted her back against the wall and brushed the head of his cock between her legs. Nani sucked in a shuddering breath, hips twitching instinctively toward him. “It does fit,” she murmured, while he closed his eyes at the feeling of how wet she was. She had to have been thinking about something like this beforehand; and he really wasn’t expecting the idea of that to turn him on nearly as much as it did.
She tripped, which he had to say he expected, considering how flustered she was. What he did not expect (but in retrospect really should have, given the way today had been going already) was her doing a very strange, ballerina-esque move to keep from falling, shrieking softly and grabbing at the back of his chair and effectively swinging herself quite heavily into his lap.
He stared down at her, then remembered his sunglasses were on and all she could see was her reflection in them. Taking them off, he raised his eyebrows. “May I help you?”
Now she was definitely blushing. “Uh…” She cleared her throat nervously. “This is, um, awkward.”
“True.”
She was half-clinging to his neck to keep from completely tipping over backwards, which meant a good portion of her breasts were pressed against his chest. And he really could not bring himself to mind. Nani’s lips parted slightly; it shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.
“Um-” she squeaked, and was it him or were their faces suddenly a lot closer together than before? “M-Mr. B…Bubbles-”
He stood up suddenly, and Nani gasped, tightening her arm like he was going to drop her but come on, she was less than half his weight for God’s sake. Somehow he managed to maneuver her left leg so that she had both conveniently wrapped around him, the contortionist-like attempt becoming worth it when her eyes went wide at the feeling of him hard against her. Her head dipped back, and, very much unable to stop himself (which said a lot, because self-control really was his shtick), he buried his mouth in her long neck.
Nani let out a tiny, breathless moan and tightened her legs reflexively, eyes fluttering closed. With an irritated noise he turned and pressed her to the wall, the movement required to get there making her pant. He grasped the hair band holding her shirt up and tugged, loosening it until he could slip the fabric over her head. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, gleaming from the sunlight through the window, and her back created another inviting arch as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, nipping and sucking.
“Oh- ahh, I-” For once, words appeared to escape her instead of spilling out. He decided that he rather liked this change of pace. Nani’s legs rhythmically clenched and unclenched around him, rubbing herself against his shaft through all those layers of clothing as he continued to work at her breasts until she was quivering and gasping.
He pulled back. “Down,” he said roughly, shoving at her legs until she untangled them from his muscled waist. As soon as her toes touched the floor he tugged her flimsy shorts off, big hands skimming her thighs, and did the same to her panties before quickly undoing his own pants, feeling himself aching.
“Wait!” Nani held up a hand, the other resting on his arm. She glanced away. “Could you maybe tell me, your, um-”
“Ah.” He fisted his right hand and offered it up to her with an uncharacteristic grin. Her eyebrows rose, but he didn’t notice as his eyes raked down her naked body.
“Cobra?” she laughed, running a finger over his knuckles, but it turned into a moan when he lifted her back against the wall and brushed the head of his cock between her legs. Nani sucked in a shuddering breath, hips twitching instinctively toward him. “It does fit,” she murmured, while he closed his eyes at the feeling of how wet she was. She had to have been thinking about something like this beforehand; and he really wasn’t expecting the idea of that to turn him on nearly as much as it did.
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