Sexy het scene, just for fun
This is SO not work-safe. Doing this up for the EC Hex Appeal call
He was down to my tits again, but not lingering. Then it was all soft beard and softer lips on my belly. It should have tickled, but instead I just wanted him to keep going. Each one of the kisses tingled and burned almost as sweetly as my spicy, alcoholic Captain did.
He kept going, right on down. He hovered for a moment, taking deep breaths like he was smelling the most delicious dessert in the world. I wondered if I should have at least trimmed my bush.
Bran, lovely man, didn't seem to care that I was completely au natural. He plunged right in, fingers, teeth, tongue and lips everywhere until I screamed.
Big mistake, Admire. Shouldn't lose control like that, especially when you're not only office-cum-apartment on the floor. I giggled at that, since my office-cum-apartment really was full of the second item.
Two loud pounds on the door didn't give me time to realize I was being intruded upon, before my landlady, Frau Blucher (name withheld to protect the psychopathic), barged in.
I glanced around, glad the sofa blocked most of us from view.
“Admire! What the hell? You sounded like you were being murdered. Just you and your dyke girlfriend, hunh?”
Bran hadn't stopped. I pounded my fist on the back of the couch as I came again, and swatted his shoulder. “I'm fine, ma'am,” I managed.
“Tell the bitch that combat boots with a skirt are so last season. Your rent is due in three days, Admire. Be on time for once in your life and maybe I'll forget this little lesbian scene. It's illegal in Tennessee, you know.”
Bran chose that moment to pop up. “Lesbians? Where?” he asked, his burr thicker than ever.
Frau Blucher stared at him and shook her head. “Rent, Admire. Six hundred dollars, three days.” She slammed the door behind her.
I looked at him, his hair sweaty, his face glistening and burst out laughing.
He was down to my tits again, but not lingering. Then it was all soft beard and softer lips on my belly. It should have tickled, but instead I just wanted him to keep going. Each one of the kisses tingled and burned almost as sweetly as my spicy, alcoholic Captain did.
He kept going, right on down. He hovered for a moment, taking deep breaths like he was smelling the most delicious dessert in the world. I wondered if I should have at least trimmed my bush.
Bran, lovely man, didn't seem to care that I was completely au natural. He plunged right in, fingers, teeth, tongue and lips everywhere until I screamed.
Big mistake, Admire. Shouldn't lose control like that, especially when you're not only office-cum-apartment on the floor. I giggled at that, since my office-cum-apartment really was full of the second item.
Two loud pounds on the door didn't give me time to realize I was being intruded upon, before my landlady, Frau Blucher (name withheld to protect the psychopathic), barged in.
I glanced around, glad the sofa blocked most of us from view.
“Admire! What the hell? You sounded like you were being murdered. Just you and your dyke girlfriend, hunh?”
Bran hadn't stopped. I pounded my fist on the back of the couch as I came again, and swatted his shoulder. “I'm fine, ma'am,” I managed.
“Tell the bitch that combat boots with a skirt are so last season. Your rent is due in three days, Admire. Be on time for once in your life and maybe I'll forget this little lesbian scene. It's illegal in Tennessee, you know.”
Bran chose that moment to pop up. “Lesbians? Where?” he asked, his burr thicker than ever.
Frau Blucher stared at him and shook her head. “Rent, Admire. Six hundred dollars, three days.” She slammed the door behind her.
I looked at him, his hair sweaty, his face glistening and burst out laughing.