A Late Kinky Wednesday!
I apologize for the late start, but today is in fact Kinky Wednesday. I just couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed and fetch my laptop until just now.
As always, the rules are the same.
- I have the right to say ‘no, I can’t/won’t write this’ and ask you to choose a different prompt.
- There will probably be some sort of context, because I don’t ( Read more... )
She presses her chest towards his face, the silky skin smooth of her breasts and the lace of her bra a strangely wonderful sensation against his cheek. Brad kisses the center of her chest, because he can, and licks a line up towards her throat. She tastes like salt and smells like the ocean, and Brad isn’t sure if it’s from a bottle or natural, but he likes it.
“Thought I told you this was my show,” Nate says, amusement obvious in her voice when Brad captures her hips with his hands. “Don’t make me order you to behave.” She’s silently laughing at him, Brad can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop Brad from mouthing kisses at her throat so he figures the words are empty threats.
Besides, “if you hadn’t wanted me to touch you wouldn’t be doing this,” Brad murmurs against her jaw. “And you wouldn’t have taken my shirt off.”
This time, Nate does laugh, soft and low. She digs her nails into Brad’s shoulders lightly, before tracing patterns into the hard muscles of his chest. She settles her weight more comfortably on Brad’s lap, her thighs spread on either side of his hips, and she starts to roll her hips again. “I had this entire thing planned out, don’t mess me up now.”
Brad snorts in reply, because of course Nate would have planned this. “My apologies,” he says, sucking one last kiss into her jaw before settling back into the couch. He drops his hands from her hips, trailing along the backs of her thighs before he can tease the soft skin behind her knees, and he grins when she bucks against him. “Continue.”
Nate grins at Brad, trailing her hands down his chest and to his hips, and she pushes herself off of him again. Her fingers skim over his thighs, barely touching his shorts, before she turns around and glides her ass back up his thighs and to his crotch. If the rolling of her hips is anything to go by, she’s done teasing, and Brad wonders if it was part of the plan, or if it’s because he’s thrown her off track.
Either way, Brad feels no guilt in sliding his fingers along the hem of her panties towards her front before dipping his fingers down and under. Nate bucks back against him, surprised, but she makes no move to stop him from slipping his fingers further down until he can drag the pads of his fingers against her clit.
“Or we could just skip to the fucking,” Nate offers magnanimously, her breath hitching as Brad’s fingers move against her. She hooks her fingers in her panties, easing them down herself, and she kicks them away before batting away Brad’s hand. She doesn’t bother with her bra, and Brad lets it be, because he knows she hates the way it feels for her boobs to bounce and Nate’s already gone above and beyond the call of duty for all intents and purposes, so to speak.
Pushing away from Brad’s body, Nate watches as Brad undoes his shorts and boxers and shoves them down his thighs, and they’re barely out of the way before she’s crawling into Brad’s lap again. Brad’s just glad he had enough time to snag a condom from his pocket, because Nate’s looking at him with a whole different kind of focused concentration on her face, the one that usually means there is a very happy ending in Brad’s future.
And Brad just rolls with it, because it’s Nate, and she’s hot and slick and perfect and there isn’t a single good reason why he shouldn’t.
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And Brad just rolls with it, because it’s Nate, and she’s hot and slick and perfect and there isn’t a single good reason why he shouldn’t.
I love everything implied with this sentence. I love how it shows the trust and love Brad has in Nate. :D
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