day.” He kissed my forehead and rose off the couch to stop the movie. “Are you…” he started, clearing his throat and running his fingers through his scruffy hair. “I mean, did you want to take the bed and I’ll uhm… I’ll sleep out here on the couch.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks started to turn shades of pink.
I decided that there was never going to be a better moment, and even if there was, what could have necessarily made that moment any better? I psyched myself up with as much courage as I could muster and walked over to him standing in the middle of the room. I looked up at him with my sweetest eyes and put my palms against his built chest. I could feel his heartbeat quicken from my touch as I slowly moved my hands up until they wrapped around his neck.
“Don’t be silly,” I said as I lifted myself up on my tiptoes so my lips could reach his ear. “That bed in there,” I gestured down the hall. “It’s plenty big enough for the two of us.” I whispered softly and kissed him lightly on the cheek. I let go of him and turned on my heel to make my way down the hall. Feeling extremely powerful and proud of myself I trotted down the hallway, looking back to see he was frozen in place, ogling me. I stopped for a second to turn and hold my hand out in front of me, closing it into a fist aside from my index finger which I used to beckon him toward me. He instantly snapped out of it and followed.
I beat him to the room and took it upon myself to climb onto the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, and only bending one leg; leaving the other straight to dangle off the side of the bed. He emerged in the doorway, but stopped to take in the sight before him. I bit my lip and blinked slowly giving him my most sultry of looks. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I just wanted to feel him. I wanted him to explore every inch of my body, and I wanted him to get lost in me more than I had been lost in him all day.
He launched himself out of the doorway and with voracious eyes he headed right toward me. I picked myself up a bit and scooted back on the bed, giving him more room, and he graciously accepted it. He climbed onto the bed and slid over me parting my legs around him as he planted each hand firmly on either side of my body. He leaned his head down to kiss me, and this time it was with more force than each time before, but I liked it and fervently pressed back.
We kissed for far too long – each of us afraid to make the next move – but even though it was becoming difficult to breathe I was thoroughly enjoying myself. He pulled his lips away from mine to stare down at me with that halfcocked grin of his and we both couldn’t stop our heavy breathing. He lowered his head once more, but this time he found my neck with his plump lips. I turned my head so he had a better palette of skin to work with, and I ran my hands down to the hem of his shirt to pull it up over his head.
He didn’t fight me and helped by sitting up so I could continue to undress him. His torso was nearly hairless, besides a thin line of dark hair that trailed down from his belly button and disappeared into his pant line. I ran my fingers over his smooth chest; soft, but not flabby; like he worked out but not enough to get super ripped. I felt him tense underneath my fingertips and his body got harder. “I’m a bit ticklish” he snickered. I smiled and ran my fingers down his belly, forcing him to let out a low chuckle as he grabbed my hands in an attempt to get me to stop. I pouted and he released me with a grin.
I lay there waiting for him to make the next move, but I could tell he was trying so hard to be respectful of me. So I helped him out by taking his right hand in mine and placing it on my bare stomach to slowly slide it up my shirt. Hoping he would get the hint I was dropping and letting him find what we both wanted him to touch. I wanted him to undress me, I wanted him to take me, and I wanted him
I decided that there was never going to be a better moment, and even if there was, what could have necessarily made that moment any better? I psyched myself up with as much courage as I could muster and walked over to him standing in the middle of the room. I looked up at him with my sweetest eyes and put my palms against his built chest. I could feel his heartbeat quicken from my touch as I slowly moved my hands up until they wrapped around his neck.
“Don’t be silly,” I said as I lifted myself up on my tiptoes so my lips could reach his ear. “That bed in there,” I gestured down the hall. “It’s plenty big enough for the two of us.” I whispered softly and kissed him lightly on the cheek. I let go of him and turned on my heel to make my way down the hall. Feeling extremely powerful and proud of myself I trotted down the hallway, looking back to see he was frozen in place, ogling me. I stopped for a second to turn and hold my hand out in front of me, closing it into a fist aside from my index finger which I used to beckon him toward me. He instantly snapped out of it and followed.
I beat him to the room and took it upon myself to climb onto the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, and only bending one leg; leaving the other straight to dangle off the side of the bed. He emerged in the doorway, but stopped to take in the sight before him. I bit my lip and blinked slowly giving him my most sultry of looks. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I just wanted to feel him. I wanted him to explore every inch of my body, and I wanted him to get lost in me more than I had been lost in him all day.
He launched himself out of the doorway and with voracious eyes he headed right toward me. I picked myself up a bit and scooted back on the bed, giving him more room, and he graciously accepted it. He climbed onto the bed and slid over me parting my legs around him as he planted each hand firmly on either side of my body. He leaned his head down to kiss me, and this time it was with more force than each time before, but I liked it and fervently pressed back.
We kissed for far too long – each of us afraid to make the next move – but even though it was becoming difficult to breathe I was thoroughly enjoying myself. He pulled his lips away from mine to stare down at me with that halfcocked grin of his and we both couldn’t stop our heavy breathing. He lowered his head once more, but this time he found my neck with his plump lips. I turned my head so he had a better palette of skin to work with, and I ran my hands down to the hem of his shirt to pull it up over his head.
He didn’t fight me and helped by sitting up so I could continue to undress him. His torso was nearly hairless, besides a thin line of dark hair that trailed down from his belly button and disappeared into his pant line. I ran my fingers over his smooth chest; soft, but not flabby; like he worked out but not enough to get super ripped. I felt him tense underneath my fingertips and his body got harder. “I’m a bit ticklish” he snickered. I smiled and ran my fingers down his belly, forcing him to let out a low chuckle as he grabbed my hands in an attempt to get me to stop. I pouted and he released me with a grin.
I lay there waiting for him to make the next move, but I could tell he was trying so hard to be respectful of me. So I helped him out by taking his right hand in mine and placing it on my bare stomach to slowly slide it up my shirt. Hoping he would get the hint I was dropping and letting him find what we both wanted him to touch. I wanted him to undress me, I wanted him to take me, and I wanted him
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