must seriously have the best endurance because she’s certainly trying hard.
I tidy up around the apartment while she wastes all the hot water and I’m stacking the dishwasher when she finally emerges from the bedroom in nothing but her sweater. Her long tanned legs barely covered by the hem of it and she’s slowly slipping on some shorts.
I watch as she deliberately slow glides them up her smooth legs, catching a quick glimpse of the red lace material that’s barely covering the parts I really want to see.
Shit I am so screwed. Okay, ordinary things you find in a household. A for Apron, aprons you find in a kitchen, obviously. I’m nervously babbling to myself in my mind to stop my one traitorous body part giving me away.
B …B for bench top, also found in a kitchen, also a surface I’d like to fuck her on. Shit!
C…okay come on Jax get your shit together. C for …
I turn and watch as she takes a step towards me and I look down at her body.
C for curves, fucking sexy curves I think before licking my lips and finally looking into her eyes.
She has the biggest grin and I don’t even think before I act. I yank a fist full of her sweater and pull her close against me; I can’t take this fucking shit anymore. Her skin still feels warm from her shower and I tug some of her hair gently, pulling her face up to meet mine. She gasps softly but doesn’t stop me.
I crush my lips to hers in a forceful hungry kiss and she doesn’t fight me or push me away. She just groans hungrily at my roughness. So she likes it a little rough it seems and this for some reason turns me on immensely.
She wraps her warm little hands around my neck and then slides her fingers through my hair, pulling a handful in her little fist. A small growl escapes my lips as I pick her up by the thighs and place her on the counter top, then slide my body between her legs as she automatically wraps them around my waist. I press my hips inwards and she gasps softly between kisses when she feels just how turned on I am because of her.
She looks up at me, licks her lips slightly and then bites down on it.
“You’re driving me crazy you know that” she says hoarsely, her chest rising and falling with every quick breath.
I laugh slightly before answering, “I’m driving you crazy? I’ve been practically walking around the apartment for the past week with a permanent fucking hard on.”
I watch her face for a reaction, hoping that wasn’t too honest and too forward for me to admit.
She grins sexily and looks down between her thighs, where proving me right, is my now very hard cock straining against the material of my jeans.
Charli
Every slight movement he makes, his hips and what’s under his jeans rub me in just the right way. If he didn’t pull me against him and start kissing me so hard I would have pretty much just thrown myself at him at this point anyway.
I just couldn’t take it anymore and seeing how desperate he is for me makes me feel somewhat roused and wanted. At least we’re both just as desperate for each other, not just me running after him like some crazy sex fiend. It’s so clear in his expression that he feels the same need I do. I don’t care whether it’s just an urge to have sex or whether he actually cares for me because right now I’m not going to complain.
Maybe I can just have sex with him and get whatever this is out of my system. But then again I don’t want to screw up what we do have. Either way though with how we’ve been acting over the past week, I don’t think we could ever go back to how we were before we moved out here.
While I’m having this small argument in my head, he’s picked me up off the counter and started carrying me towards the bedroom, kissing my neck and my lips as he goes. My hornier instincts give in and I roll my hips against him, rubbing just where I need. He moans slightly and then pulls back, before lightly tossing me onto the bed.
I pull my sweater over
I tidy up around the apartment while she wastes all the hot water and I’m stacking the dishwasher when she finally emerges from the bedroom in nothing but her sweater. Her long tanned legs barely covered by the hem of it and she’s slowly slipping on some shorts.
I watch as she deliberately slow glides them up her smooth legs, catching a quick glimpse of the red lace material that’s barely covering the parts I really want to see.
Shit I am so screwed. Okay, ordinary things you find in a household. A for Apron, aprons you find in a kitchen, obviously. I’m nervously babbling to myself in my mind to stop my one traitorous body part giving me away.
B …B for bench top, also found in a kitchen, also a surface I’d like to fuck her on. Shit!
C…okay come on Jax get your shit together. C for …
I turn and watch as she takes a step towards me and I look down at her body.
C for curves, fucking sexy curves I think before licking my lips and finally looking into her eyes.
She has the biggest grin and I don’t even think before I act. I yank a fist full of her sweater and pull her close against me; I can’t take this fucking shit anymore. Her skin still feels warm from her shower and I tug some of her hair gently, pulling her face up to meet mine. She gasps softly but doesn’t stop me.
I crush my lips to hers in a forceful hungry kiss and she doesn’t fight me or push me away. She just groans hungrily at my roughness. So she likes it a little rough it seems and this for some reason turns me on immensely.
She wraps her warm little hands around my neck and then slides her fingers through my hair, pulling a handful in her little fist. A small growl escapes my lips as I pick her up by the thighs and place her on the counter top, then slide my body between her legs as she automatically wraps them around my waist. I press my hips inwards and she gasps softly between kisses when she feels just how turned on I am because of her.
She looks up at me, licks her lips slightly and then bites down on it.
“You’re driving me crazy you know that” she says hoarsely, her chest rising and falling with every quick breath.
I laugh slightly before answering, “I’m driving you crazy? I’ve been practically walking around the apartment for the past week with a permanent fucking hard on.”
I watch her face for a reaction, hoping that wasn’t too honest and too forward for me to admit.
She grins sexily and looks down between her thighs, where proving me right, is my now very hard cock straining against the material of my jeans.
Charli
Every slight movement he makes, his hips and what’s under his jeans rub me in just the right way. If he didn’t pull me against him and start kissing me so hard I would have pretty much just thrown myself at him at this point anyway.
I just couldn’t take it anymore and seeing how desperate he is for me makes me feel somewhat roused and wanted. At least we’re both just as desperate for each other, not just me running after him like some crazy sex fiend. It’s so clear in his expression that he feels the same need I do. I don’t care whether it’s just an urge to have sex or whether he actually cares for me because right now I’m not going to complain.
Maybe I can just have sex with him and get whatever this is out of my system. But then again I don’t want to screw up what we do have. Either way though with how we’ve been acting over the past week, I don’t think we could ever go back to how we were before we moved out here.
While I’m having this small argument in my head, he’s picked me up off the counter and started carrying me towards the bedroom, kissing my neck and my lips as he goes. My hornier instincts give in and I roll my hips against him, rubbing just where I need. He moans slightly and then pulls back, before lightly tossing me onto the bed.
I pull my sweater over
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