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of her pants, but the thing was too damn complex. I didn’t have enough patience to figure this shit out.
I released her nipple and, without looking up, growled, “Off.” One yank at the button was enough to coax another hoarse giggle from her. She took over, popping the button free and loosening the zipper as I returned to biting and licking at her breasts and the soft skin stretching across her collarbone.
As soon as she had loosened them, I tugged roughly at her jeans until they were halfway down her knees. For now, that would have to do. The light in the room was dim, but it was enough for me to see that she was wearing the tiniest, sheerest, laciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. They were damn near insubstantial. When I touched my finger delicately above her mound, I could feel her heat and wetness almost as perfectly as if they hadn’t been there at all.
“Micah…” she moaned.
I rubbed up and down a few times before deciding I was done with the panties, too. It was time for everything to go. I wanted this girl naked and I wanted it now. No army in the world could have dissuaded me from it.
I stood up and reached to finish tearing the pants off of her. She grabbed my wrist again. When she looked at me, her lips were half-parted and her eyes were glistening wildly. I felt my cock throb hard at the sight of her. Her fingers were so fragile and small, but she was squeezing at my forearms with surprising intensity.
“I want to see you first,” she said. She released my wrists and sat up on her elbows.
Slowly, I straightened up again. I stripped the jacket off of me slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Then, grabbing the bottom edges of my shirt in opposite hands, I pulled it over my head. The moonlight coming through the window hit my chest at a sideways angle, lighting up the peaks and valleys of the musculature across my torso. Each tattoo glimmered.
I paused and let her look at me. It had never meant all that much to me before to be strong. It was what it was—more functional than aesthetic. I was muscular because every now and then I had to beat some punk to a bloody pulp, not because I was interested in looking good for the girls. That was a nice side benefit at best.
But now, I stood in the moonlight and let her drink me in and the reaction it inspired was the last little bit I could stand. She looked at me with the purest desire I’d ever seen etched in her eyes like an ancient engraving. That did it.
“No more waiting,” I said. “I need you now. I need to know what you taste like, what you sound like, what you look like when you come.”
She whimpered wordlessly in response. I bent over and pulled the pants off of her.
“Stand up,” I ordered. I offered a hand toward her to help her off the bed and to her feet. She kept her gaze locked on me as she took it and rose.
Keeping her hand enfolded in mine, I raised it up over her head and turned her in a full revolution. One last moment of taking it all in. That ass, those tits, the perfect, peachy skin…how could any man resist her? How had she not been claimed already? Those were questions for another time.
When she had finished the pirouette and was facing me again, I reached out and grabbed her throat gently in my left hand. I pulled her to me and devoured her mouth while my right hand skittered down her torso, down the front of her panties, and touched the lips of her pussy.
She groaned into my mouth the second I made contact. I spread her wide open and found her clit. The slow circles I made were enough to keep those groans coming. Good. That was exactly what I wanted.
I moved my fingertips down a little further and found her opening. Inserting one finger slowly, I felt her expand to take me in. She was already slick with juices and it was easy to slip in one finger all the way to the core of her. I curled it against her inner wall and stroked against the rough patch
I released her nipple and, without looking up, growled, “Off.” One yank at the button was enough to coax another hoarse giggle from her. She took over, popping the button free and loosening the zipper as I returned to biting and licking at her breasts and the soft skin stretching across her collarbone.
As soon as she had loosened them, I tugged roughly at her jeans until they were halfway down her knees. For now, that would have to do. The light in the room was dim, but it was enough for me to see that she was wearing the tiniest, sheerest, laciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. They were damn near insubstantial. When I touched my finger delicately above her mound, I could feel her heat and wetness almost as perfectly as if they hadn’t been there at all.
“Micah…” she moaned.
I rubbed up and down a few times before deciding I was done with the panties, too. It was time for everything to go. I wanted this girl naked and I wanted it now. No army in the world could have dissuaded me from it.
I stood up and reached to finish tearing the pants off of her. She grabbed my wrist again. When she looked at me, her lips were half-parted and her eyes were glistening wildly. I felt my cock throb hard at the sight of her. Her fingers were so fragile and small, but she was squeezing at my forearms with surprising intensity.
“I want to see you first,” she said. She released my wrists and sat up on her elbows.
Slowly, I straightened up again. I stripped the jacket off of me slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Then, grabbing the bottom edges of my shirt in opposite hands, I pulled it over my head. The moonlight coming through the window hit my chest at a sideways angle, lighting up the peaks and valleys of the musculature across my torso. Each tattoo glimmered.
I paused and let her look at me. It had never meant all that much to me before to be strong. It was what it was—more functional than aesthetic. I was muscular because every now and then I had to beat some punk to a bloody pulp, not because I was interested in looking good for the girls. That was a nice side benefit at best.
But now, I stood in the moonlight and let her drink me in and the reaction it inspired was the last little bit I could stand. She looked at me with the purest desire I’d ever seen etched in her eyes like an ancient engraving. That did it.
“No more waiting,” I said. “I need you now. I need to know what you taste like, what you sound like, what you look like when you come.”
She whimpered wordlessly in response. I bent over and pulled the pants off of her.
“Stand up,” I ordered. I offered a hand toward her to help her off the bed and to her feet. She kept her gaze locked on me as she took it and rose.
Keeping her hand enfolded in mine, I raised it up over her head and turned her in a full revolution. One last moment of taking it all in. That ass, those tits, the perfect, peachy skin…how could any man resist her? How had she not been claimed already? Those were questions for another time.
When she had finished the pirouette and was facing me again, I reached out and grabbed her throat gently in my left hand. I pulled her to me and devoured her mouth while my right hand skittered down her torso, down the front of her panties, and touched the lips of her pussy.
She groaned into my mouth the second I made contact. I spread her wide open and found her clit. The slow circles I made were enough to keep those groans coming. Good. That was exactly what I wanted.
I moved my fingertips down a little further and found her opening. Inserting one finger slowly, I felt her expand to take me in. She was already slick with juices and it was easy to slip in one finger all the way to the core of her. I curled it against her inner wall and stroked against the rough patch
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