a party
Hands on my hips. I can take no more. Please, I whisper. There is a murmur into my neck, and he turns me away, and pulls me back, clutching me to his body, the curve of my back fitting perfectly into the curve of his chest and stomach. He moves aside my hair, and his lips are on my neck. Shudder and shudder. We find an empty room. In the darkness, we fall to our knees. His hands up my shirt, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Shudder. The other hand moves up my thigh, pushing the long flowing skirt out of the way. No underwear. He chuckles. And the hand moves up to my back, and forces me to lean forward. A moment as the hand is taken away, and I can hear his pants. Thrown. The hand is on my back again, the first has never stopped its attentions on my breasts, trailing down my stomach as he moved away, and back towards them as I feel his body heat before his body. His skin, so silky, his stomach touching my back just so. He seems to hold me up with his left, now widened over my stomach, and with his right gently presses and my legs widen. He reaches between them, finds the spot, hot breath, swollen and wet. My body jerks. The breath of a silent laugh brushes my back. His heat is gone, and then pressed against me. I feel him, right there, almost in, not touching. Oh God please! A finger strokes my hot lips, and then I feel it. Resting right there. I rock back slightly, encouraging. And so he plunges. Into me, completely. His hands are now both on my hips, and I lean back to fit into him. My back curving, thrusting out my breasts and leaning my head back again. My hips writhe closer and farther, closer and farther. I feel the thick length of him dip in and out. Almost. Almost. I bite my lip and work myself on him, hoping, hoping. And. Broken gasp. Shudder and shudder and shudder and shudder and shudder. But he's not done. Not yet. I tighten my lips, grasp him in my hot lips. Tilt my body this way, press that way just so. Again, please! A whisper into my ear "please". I nod. Find it, muscles tensed, press him. Just. There. Shudder and shudder and shudder and shudder. Like I've dipped into a jacuzzi, hot liquid fills the void. His breath shakes. Pulls out. The smell of us has saturated the room. I walk into the bathroom, grab a handtowel and wipe my thighs. Time to mingle again.
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ended this one badly, i know. i have this image of a party, and a quickie and leaving to find someone else. but it was ended improperly. will come back to it some day. end it the right way.
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ended this one badly, i know. i have this image of a party, and a quickie and leaving to find someone else. but it was ended improperly. will come back to it some day. end it the right way.