Passion To Say the Least
As a fiery woman who cannot control her impulses, Kendra gets into trouble, and love. If only she could figure out which one she likes more.
(I'm trying to do a dirty story with class and plot. Heh.)
Daniel's fingertips trailed down my satiny skin while his eyes roamed hungrily over my exposed flesh. He crawled farther up over me and bent down to move his lips against the sensitive flesh under my jaw, his hot breath spreading over the skin heated with desire. I gasped and arched myself against him as he settled his hips between my legs and lowered himself on top of me.
Our clothes lay thrown all over my bedroom in the manic craze that had compelled us to be joined. He shifted his hips for entry and slid easily against the heavily moistened membrane far up into me.
I gasped and clung to him as he started to move, throwing my head back in a delicate moan that made him press his lips against mine, trailing his tongue along my teeth as his motion made my hips buck in rhythm with his. As we picked up speed while the searing need swam through our veins, concentrated in all the right places, his mouth moved from mine to my breasts, suckling and circling the tip of his tongue around my firmly erect nipples. I had surrendered to him completely.
My breath came in short gasps mingled with desperate moans. We pressed against each other in a shared heat while he rode me hard and fast. I cried his name against the headboard, my head flung back in ecstasy as the pleasure built to a mind shattering climax for both of us and he collapsed against me, his face mashed against my shoulder.
We panted together, catching the breath needed to roll over so we laid side by side on the bed, staring into each others' star filled eyes.
The intense blue pooled in his irises was softer than still water, and the loving smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth made my heart skip. His damp mess of dirty blonde hair lay over the pillow we shared, growing slightly longer than permitted for 'proper boys'. I stroked it off of his forehead, thinking it was a satisfying enough length.
My own dark red curls were spread around my shoulders and the pillow. My creamy ivory skin glowed in the buttery candlelight that threw flickering shadows all around the darkened room. He traced a finger around my full, red lips, and my thick eyelashes fluttered to momentarily conceal the dark emerald surrounding my dilated pupils.
This was positively the boy I would eventually marry. After he'd swept up the pieces I lay in as a result of my first relationship, he'd cradled them until I timidly put myself back together, dipping my toes into a very different, kinder pool of affection. I'd been cautions, ever wary of making the same stupid mistake, but it was easy to see he wasn't like the last guy.
I brushed all thoughts of the former away from my unguarded mind. We'd be heading to separate collages tomorrow, the day after our graduation. But I had no doubt in my mind that we could trust each other. I honestly and truly believed it.
(Hint hint, it gets dirtier. ;)
Our clothes lay thrown all over my bedroom in the manic craze that had compelled us to be joined. He shifted his hips for entry and slid easily against the heavily moistened membrane far up into me.
I gasped and clung to him as he started to move, throwing my head back in a delicate moan that made him press his lips against mine, trailing his tongue along my teeth as his motion made my hips buck in rhythm with his. As we picked up speed while the searing need swam through our veins, concentrated in all the right places, his mouth moved from mine to my breasts, suckling and circling the tip of his tongue around my firmly erect nipples. I had surrendered to him completely.
My breath came in short gasps mingled with desperate moans. We pressed against each other in a shared heat while he rode me hard and fast. I cried his name against the headboard, my head flung back in ecstasy as the pleasure built to a mind shattering climax for both of us and he collapsed against me, his face mashed against my shoulder.
We panted together, catching the breath needed to roll over so we laid side by side on the bed, staring into each others' star filled eyes.
The intense blue pooled in his irises was softer than still water, and the loving smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth made my heart skip. His damp mess of dirty blonde hair lay over the pillow we shared, growing slightly longer than permitted for 'proper boys'. I stroked it off of his forehead, thinking it was a satisfying enough length.
My own dark red curls were spread around my shoulders and the pillow. My creamy ivory skin glowed in the buttery candlelight that threw flickering shadows all around the darkened room. He traced a finger around my full, red lips, and my thick eyelashes fluttered to momentarily conceal the dark emerald surrounding my dilated pupils.
This was positively the boy I would eventually marry. After he'd swept up the pieces I lay in as a result of my first relationship, he'd cradled them until I timidly put myself back together, dipping my toes into a very different, kinder pool of affection. I'd been cautions, ever wary of making the same stupid mistake, but it was easy to see he wasn't like the last guy.
I brushed all thoughts of the former away from my unguarded mind. We'd be heading to separate collages tomorrow, the day after our graduation. But I had no doubt in my mind that we could trust each other. I honestly and truly believed it.
(Hint hint, it gets dirtier. ;)
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