Sunday, June 13, 2010

I win.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started slowly backing up, pulling him along with me. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Inching you away from the door.”

He laughed. “Are you seriously?”

“I can see you moving closer to it.”

Upon his arrival (due to complications that arose with traffic), he informed me that he could only stay 5 minutes. I pouted for most of them, and somewhere along the line decided to try my luck and his temper.

I kissed him. He smiled, but kept trying to pull away. “Babe, I have to go.” We both knew that if he stayed much longer, he'd run the risk of hitting more bad traffic.

He escaped from my grasp, and I raced to the door, trying to beat him there. I jumped on him, or he grabbed me, and we both began grasping for the lock, struggling against each other. I kept pushing him away, kicking, and after a bit of wrestling, I finally found my footing. I gave him a big shove away from the door.

He smiled. “What are you doing?”

I bullied him over to the couch and forced him to sit. I straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. He couldn't stop laughing. “What's so funny?” I asked. I kissed him again, and this time he sank into it.

“This isn't fair...” he bemoaned.

“Why not?”

His hands floated up to my waist, gripping my body, tugging at the bottom edge of my shirt.

“Because I can't control what my hands do.”

With that, he lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it aside. I smiled, and reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it aside as well.

“Stop it!”

“I'm not doing anything.” I blinked at him innocently.

“You're sitting there... with your boobs in my face.” His words were becoming disjointed. He looked at my face, looked down to my chest. I sat up tall and pressed them together in his face. He looked up at me once more before leaning in and very swiftly taking one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting my nipple, eyes closed. I let out a small moan, grinding a bit on his lap, pressing my chest further into his face. He released my nipple and latched on to the other one, sucking furiously, looking up at my with adoring eyes.

He closed his eyes again, and it seems, in that moment, snapped back to reality. He pushed me off once again and attempted standing properly, but my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He tried to pull away, but I kept pulling him down toward me. With each of his attempts at escaping, I gave a hard pull with my legs and managed to reach up and undo one of the buttons on his shirt. With one swift motion, then, I was able to open his entire button-fly.

“I win.”

His pants fell to his knees, and I stood, shoving him out of the room, down the hallway, through my bedroom door. His pants now around his ankles, he couldn't walk properly, and there was nothing he could do. I pushed him down onto the bed so he lay on his back. I got up on the bed with him, one knee on each side of his body, straddling his stomach. I held his hands above his head and kissed him. After a few moments, I started working my way down his body, my kisses trailing a line down his stomach, reaching the top of his underwear.

“OhmyGod...” he muttered under his breath. I think at this point he knew he was a goner.

I tugged his underwear down past his ass, finally exposing his cock. For all the boy's resisting, his cock always gave him away. It was hard, and thick, and expectant, precum glistening on the tip. If I hadn't already been so set on having the boy, I'd have then reached the point of no return myself.

I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. His cock is always so warm and so smooth. I can feel the need exuding from his body, even if he refuses to admit it. I slid my mouth all the way down, my face grinding into his pubic bone, and slid back up again, relishing the feeling of his skin. Like velvet.

I slid up and down, gaining speed, swirling my tongue around the head, sliding back down again. I took him deep in my throat. All that could be heard was panting and slurping. He was totally lost.

I reached my hands down to my fly. “You are not taking off your pants,” he ordered. I let his cock slip out of my mouth. “Yes, I am.”

I took his cock back in my mouth, and raised my bottom, slipping my pants off, sucking on him all the while, not missing a beat. I let him go, and stood up in front of him, clad in nothing but a thong. I stared at him defiantly and reached down, slipping that off as well. I stood in front of him, naked, watching him. Lying there. Vulnerable.

“Well, are you going to fuck me, or aren't you?” Like he had to ask.

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