seriousness. I can tell she wants to say something sharp, something sarcastic, but she’s desperately trying to be serious. Serious hasn’t ever been how we do things, this girl and I.
“I can’t.” She opens her mouth to say more, but she doesn’t. It’s just out there, like that. She can’t . Didn’t I always know she couldn’t? But right now, after this day, it’s not good enough. I raise my hand up to her face and turn it to me. Her amber gaze meets mine, her eyes flashing gold in the dim light of the room.
“I know I can’t convince you with words, Nat. I’ve tried and failed here a number of times.” I inch closer to her. I don’t want to scare her off. The need—intense and raging in my blood—it makes me want to take her by both shoulders and corner her against the arm of the couch, rip her cotton t-shirt. Not yet. Slow, gentle , I think. I tip her face toward mine, and she draws in a sharp breath. The sound of it sends a shock to my core. She doesn’t move away, doesn’t get up to go to her bedroom, doesn’t say a word. I cover her mouth with mine, drawing in her full lower lip. She’s still for a moment, rigid, like she wants to shout or leave. I lift my hand to her cheek again, brushing a stray wave behind her ear. Then she responds, finally, kissing me back, her tongue finding mine, her taste sweet on my lips. I feel her melting into me, her body going slack, responding just like it did this morning. I move my good hand down her back and slip it under her shirt, squeeze her side. She squirms, but then she moves closer to me instead of pulling away. Gently, I put my thumb in the waistband of her leggings, and I bring my hand around to the front, slipping my fingers inside her panties and angling my body so I can get to her pussy—if she’ll let me.
To my surprise, she keeps kissing me, and I tease her, pulling her panties away from her skin. She gasps and moans a soft little moan into my mouth. I pull my hand away and her eyes flutter open, looking into mine. I’ve seen this look on her face so many times—like she’s holding this heavy burden, like she’s thinking too much about everything. Well, that’s my girl. She’s always been thinking way too much about everything. If I can touch her, if I can make her come, maybe she’ll let her mind run free for just a moment. I kiss her once more, then move my right hand over her waist and then between her thighs.
“My one hand can’t do everything it wants all at once, Nat.” She smirks, doesn’t say anything. I bet she thinks if she does, it’ll all be over with—at that point, she gives in, or she doesn’t get the release she needs, the climax waiting for me underneath her skin.
I bring my hand around to the perfect orb of her breast, and slowly, I move my other hand over and lift her shirt and bra up so they’re sitting on the top of her lovely, ample breasts. I cup one and then the other, grazing my thumb over one nipple and watching it rise under my touch. She whimpers, and I swear I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. Moving to kneel in front of her, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I take one pink nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking on it until I hear her breath coming in shorter and shorter rasps. I move my mouth to the other breast and cover her nipple, bringing it to stiffness with my tongue and biting down until I hear her moan, feel her fingers combing through my hair.
“Fuck, Josh... we can’t... we shouldn’t...” Her voice trails off, and I suck hard against the nipple one last time before pulling away and letting my hands fall to her waist. My shoulder throbs, but the aching need in my cock outweighs the pain.
“Do you want me to stop, Nat?”
She shakes her head, stays sitting there, exposed and ready. I bring my mouth to her breasts again, kissing one and then the other, flicking my tongue over the soft swell of her nipple. She groans again.
“No...don’t
“I can’t.” She opens her mouth to say more, but she doesn’t. It’s just out there, like that. She can’t . Didn’t I always know she couldn’t? But right now, after this day, it’s not good enough. I raise my hand up to her face and turn it to me. Her amber gaze meets mine, her eyes flashing gold in the dim light of the room.
“I know I can’t convince you with words, Nat. I’ve tried and failed here a number of times.” I inch closer to her. I don’t want to scare her off. The need—intense and raging in my blood—it makes me want to take her by both shoulders and corner her against the arm of the couch, rip her cotton t-shirt. Not yet. Slow, gentle , I think. I tip her face toward mine, and she draws in a sharp breath. The sound of it sends a shock to my core. She doesn’t move away, doesn’t get up to go to her bedroom, doesn’t say a word. I cover her mouth with mine, drawing in her full lower lip. She’s still for a moment, rigid, like she wants to shout or leave. I lift my hand to her cheek again, brushing a stray wave behind her ear. Then she responds, finally, kissing me back, her tongue finding mine, her taste sweet on my lips. I feel her melting into me, her body going slack, responding just like it did this morning. I move my good hand down her back and slip it under her shirt, squeeze her side. She squirms, but then she moves closer to me instead of pulling away. Gently, I put my thumb in the waistband of her leggings, and I bring my hand around to the front, slipping my fingers inside her panties and angling my body so I can get to her pussy—if she’ll let me.
To my surprise, she keeps kissing me, and I tease her, pulling her panties away from her skin. She gasps and moans a soft little moan into my mouth. I pull my hand away and her eyes flutter open, looking into mine. I’ve seen this look on her face so many times—like she’s holding this heavy burden, like she’s thinking too much about everything. Well, that’s my girl. She’s always been thinking way too much about everything. If I can touch her, if I can make her come, maybe she’ll let her mind run free for just a moment. I kiss her once more, then move my right hand over her waist and then between her thighs.
“My one hand can’t do everything it wants all at once, Nat.” She smirks, doesn’t say anything. I bet she thinks if she does, it’ll all be over with—at that point, she gives in, or she doesn’t get the release she needs, the climax waiting for me underneath her skin.
I bring my hand around to the perfect orb of her breast, and slowly, I move my other hand over and lift her shirt and bra up so they’re sitting on the top of her lovely, ample breasts. I cup one and then the other, grazing my thumb over one nipple and watching it rise under my touch. She whimpers, and I swear I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. Moving to kneel in front of her, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I take one pink nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking on it until I hear her breath coming in shorter and shorter rasps. I move my mouth to the other breast and cover her nipple, bringing it to stiffness with my tongue and biting down until I hear her moan, feel her fingers combing through my hair.
“Fuck, Josh... we can’t... we shouldn’t...” Her voice trails off, and I suck hard against the nipple one last time before pulling away and letting my hands fall to her waist. My shoulder throbs, but the aching need in my cock outweighs the pain.
“Do you want me to stop, Nat?”
She shakes her head, stays sitting there, exposed and ready. I bring my mouth to her breasts again, kissing one and then the other, flicking my tongue over the soft swell of her nipple. She groans again.
“No...don’t
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