Scott
My hand slid over Ana's stomach in slow, rhythmic patterns as she layed curled against me, telling me some story about God knows what.... I stopped listening about ten minutes ago when she pressed her body against mine so tightly it hurt.
"So then I'll leave you and go have oral sex with midgets while the orderly spanks me, okay?"
"Mmmm. Yup," I nodded, my eyes dragging along her shoulder as I leaned forward, my chin resting in the crook of her neck.
"Scooootttt," she whined. "You're not paying attention to me."
I grinned lazily and and murmured my reply against her neck, "Sorry? I'm rather...." My lips traveled slowly up her cheek, sliding against her jawline. ".... distracted."
She squealed in response and swatted at my hand with a giggle. "Oh, is that so? And just what are you distracted by, Moffatt?"
"Oh, I don't know. It couldn't be the gyrating girl who's rotating her hips in circles against me, could it?" I replied, pinching her stomach lightly.
"No, that couldn't be it."
"Absolutely not."
God, I can't believe this is happening. I am the fucking luckiest man in the world, right now.
I shifted slowly so she couldn't feel just how much I liked her rotating hips, and dragged my tongue along her earlobe, before tugging gently with my teeth.
"Scott... we can't," she murmured softly, her breathing shallowing considerably. "Anyone... could come in... at anytime... and... and..." She trailed off as my hand slid up her shirt slowly, tracing cool circles against her dampened skin, the heat radiating against my palms.
"And....?" I teased, my breath hot against her neck, turning her around to face me.
I didn't hear any objection, but a soft moan that drove me nearly over the edge right there. Holy shit - how is it possible that one person can turn me on so much I'm almost reaching climax by just touching her stomach? The way things are going, if we do in fact go any farther, I'm going to last a grand total of five seconds. I fear that would probably happen anyway with how she makes me feel. The mere thought of being so close to her is taking me so far into the throes of ecstasy that I'm afraid that I won't fulfill her needs and desires as much as she does mine.
Ana
Oh my fucking GOD. I can't take much more.... his hand, combined with his mouth, is driving me insane, and I'm left squirming with the sheer pleasure of it all. There is no way in hell I want him to stop but I'm afraid if we start anything I won't be ABLE to stop it once it starts getting too far.
How far is too far? With him there's no telling, I want everything I can possible squeeze out of him at this point, I want to feel every crook of his body, caress every patch of skin until there's nothing left to discover, and then I want to discover it all again.
I want to kiss every part of his body imaginable, and I want to feel his mouth on mine, feel him aching for me as much as I ache for him. I want his heart beat slamming against mine, blood rushing and pumping through our veins at the speed of light.
I want him so fucking much, I'm going to cry. Please, please, touch me, kiss me, hold me, ravage me.....
"Oh shit, Ana," he whispered hoarsely, his hips rocking against mine steadily, his lips brushing against mine with hunger. "I need you..."
I slid my hands under his shirt quickly, tugging on it, my small hands snaking around his waist in desparation. His mouth crushed against mine and I moaned against his lips, his tongue sliding quickly past mine and darting deep into my mouth in exploration. I responded to the kiss, our tongues pushing wetly against one another, hands wandering greedily against each other's bodies, grasping all available skin roughly. Hips rocked hard against each other, panting and moans the only sound echoing throughout the spacey room.
"Mmm, Scott," I whimpered, breaking the wet kiss for a breath. "You feel so good."
Scott
Holy fucking SHIT. I am the luckiest fucking bastard alive. THANK YOU, GOD. I will never do anything bad again, just holy fucking shit, don't let this stop...
"You're amazing, baby," I murmured, working her shirt up under her armpits and sliding my hands over her breasts, squeezing gently. "So fucking amazing."
Her body arched against my hands and I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her neck. I gently drew a small sliver of skin into my mouth, and sucked, drawing a low moan out of those sweet lips. I let my hands move down her hips and slowly snaked four long fingers between her legs, cupping her tightly, protectively.
"Ooohhhh, fuck," she growled, her eyes flying shut as she inhaled sharply.
I smirked, massaging slowly, erotically, my thumb stroking her upper thigh in steady rhythms. She was as good as mine now. I had her right where I could feel her aching for me.
"That's it, baby," I whispered, and grinned inwardly when I felt her hips rock against my hand. "Mmm, that's it....." I trailed off, kissing her slowly as she begged for more.
I found her weakness. And I was fully prepared to take advantage of it, my hand stroking slow, making her putty in my hands. I could mold her anyway I want right now. But want to know the truth?
I don't want to mold her. I want her to want to do this with me before we get started, before I initiate it. I want to take it slow for once in my life and the fact that it's happening right now has me writhing in discomfort. I need relief, but no matter how bad I want her, I can't let it happen this way. I can't take advantage of her, I can't talk her into doing things she wouldn't normally do with me, I can't be this close to her yet. It's too soon. I want to know she needs me as much as I need her.
Slowly, I removed my hand and she gasped in protest. "No, baby, please, don't stop... please," she begged, her eyes dark blue with passion.
I panted, gasping for air to relieve my flushed face. Shaking my head, I pulled her shirt back down and cupped her jaw, kissing her forehead.
"Not now, baby... not now," I murmured, pulling her into a warm hug, my body curling against hers.
I guess she understood, because she hugged me back, her face buried in the crook of my shoulder and sighed contentedly.