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bottom of his shirt.
“Are you batting for the other team?” Please God let Clancy be in love with pussy and not sausage.
“Jesus, Blanche, you still have a way with words.”
“Well, are you?” My nipples begin to shrivel slowly when he doesn’t answer the question.
“Just haven’t found a woman worth bringing home,” Clancy quickly stands to his feet.
“What do you mean? Like to meet your family or here? I don’t…”
“Do you ever shut up, Blanche?”
Clancy pulls me to my feet before I know what’s going on.
“I fell in love in the first grade and haven’t been able to get over her.” He dips his face closer to mine with our lips only inches apart from meeting.
I try to form a word, but only find out that my lips forgot how to work.
“See, she was older than me and my best friend’s sister, so she was off limits.” He brushes his lips against mine sending tingles all over every inch of mine. “Completely. Off limits.”
“Clancy,” I moan.
“And now you’re back and I can’t stay away.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as all the flashbacks reel in my head of Clancy.
I know he crushed on me and then our one horrible night in high school when the sympathy hand job went down in the record books, but this? No idea what so ever. I haven’t been cared for in years and his presence, dinner, and confession have me melting in a pool of want and heated desire.
He begins to talk again, but I shut him up with my lips colliding into his. He tastes even better than he smells. I catch him off guard and it takes him a few seconds before he begins moving his lips with mine. His wet tongue darts out running the seam of my lips before I open up to him and let him explore my mouth.
I moan into him, feeling our passion heat up. Clancy grabs my ass, hoists me up until my legs wrap around his middle. My hands scurry until they’ve locked onto his shaggy golden locks. I can tell we’re moving, but am too wound up in our kiss to even give a fuck.
He gently pulls back until we’re nose to nose. “I’m not going to be able to stop, Blanche.”
“Then don’t, Clancy.”
“I’m serious. Once this starts, I’m a goner.”
“A goner with a boner, that’s how I like you.” I smile onto his lips.
I place a gentle kiss to his lips and repeat the action, over and over, angling my lips differently with each tender kiss.
“I’m really fucked up in the head right now, Clancy, but I need this and I need someone like you who is willing to let me lean on them while I heal.”
“I’ll take it.”
Our lips crash together again as Clancy lays me down on his couch and then covers me with his long lean body.
“Wait.” I push back on his shoulders prying him up from me.
“What?” He scratches the side of his head like a cute little schoolboy who just got busted.
I tug on the hem of his shirt, drag it up over his back muscles, pull it over his head, and toss it up in the air.
“God, I have to feel you.” I run my palms along the smooth ripples of muscles and then push him up a bit to lazily drag my pointer finger along the ridge of each indent of his six-pack.
Perching up on my elbows, I use my tongue and follow the same course until I meet his belly button and feel his strong hands pushing me back down into the couch.
“I don’t think so, Blanche, tonight I get to devour you. I’ve thought about this for years.” His face dips down in the crook of my neck. He places kisses and swirls his tongue around sensitive skin. My hips buck up into him, moan after moan escape me until I can’t take much more, but Clancy just moves to the other side of my neck and repeats his actions.
His hand snakes up my shirt until he’s palming one of my breasts through my barely there, lacey bra. Heat radiates through to my flesh causing me to heat up even more with his touch. This man has me in his trance and I should be scared, saying no, and running, but with each of his touches and sweeps of his
“Are you batting for the other team?” Please God let Clancy be in love with pussy and not sausage.
“Jesus, Blanche, you still have a way with words.”
“Well, are you?” My nipples begin to shrivel slowly when he doesn’t answer the question.
“Just haven’t found a woman worth bringing home,” Clancy quickly stands to his feet.
“What do you mean? Like to meet your family or here? I don’t…”
“Do you ever shut up, Blanche?”
Clancy pulls me to my feet before I know what’s going on.
“I fell in love in the first grade and haven’t been able to get over her.” He dips his face closer to mine with our lips only inches apart from meeting.
I try to form a word, but only find out that my lips forgot how to work.
“See, she was older than me and my best friend’s sister, so she was off limits.” He brushes his lips against mine sending tingles all over every inch of mine. “Completely. Off limits.”
“Clancy,” I moan.
“And now you’re back and I can’t stay away.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as all the flashbacks reel in my head of Clancy.
I know he crushed on me and then our one horrible night in high school when the sympathy hand job went down in the record books, but this? No idea what so ever. I haven’t been cared for in years and his presence, dinner, and confession have me melting in a pool of want and heated desire.
He begins to talk again, but I shut him up with my lips colliding into his. He tastes even better than he smells. I catch him off guard and it takes him a few seconds before he begins moving his lips with mine. His wet tongue darts out running the seam of my lips before I open up to him and let him explore my mouth.
I moan into him, feeling our passion heat up. Clancy grabs my ass, hoists me up until my legs wrap around his middle. My hands scurry until they’ve locked onto his shaggy golden locks. I can tell we’re moving, but am too wound up in our kiss to even give a fuck.
He gently pulls back until we’re nose to nose. “I’m not going to be able to stop, Blanche.”
“Then don’t, Clancy.”
“I’m serious. Once this starts, I’m a goner.”
“A goner with a boner, that’s how I like you.” I smile onto his lips.
I place a gentle kiss to his lips and repeat the action, over and over, angling my lips differently with each tender kiss.
“I’m really fucked up in the head right now, Clancy, but I need this and I need someone like you who is willing to let me lean on them while I heal.”
“I’ll take it.”
Our lips crash together again as Clancy lays me down on his couch and then covers me with his long lean body.
“Wait.” I push back on his shoulders prying him up from me.
“What?” He scratches the side of his head like a cute little schoolboy who just got busted.
I tug on the hem of his shirt, drag it up over his back muscles, pull it over his head, and toss it up in the air.
“God, I have to feel you.” I run my palms along the smooth ripples of muscles and then push him up a bit to lazily drag my pointer finger along the ridge of each indent of his six-pack.
Perching up on my elbows, I use my tongue and follow the same course until I meet his belly button and feel his strong hands pushing me back down into the couch.
“I don’t think so, Blanche, tonight I get to devour you. I’ve thought about this for years.” His face dips down in the crook of my neck. He places kisses and swirls his tongue around sensitive skin. My hips buck up into him, moan after moan escape me until I can’t take much more, but Clancy just moves to the other side of my neck and repeats his actions.
His hand snakes up my shirt until he’s palming one of my breasts through my barely there, lacey bra. Heat radiates through to my flesh causing me to heat up even more with his touch. This man has me in his trance and I should be scared, saying no, and running, but with each of his touches and sweeps of his
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