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“You have nothing to be jealous about!”
“I think I still need to prove that,” I reply, before capturing her lips with mine. The tickling is forgotten as she groans and laces her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer and wrapping her legs around my waist. This time when my dick jerks to life, I listen to it.
Unable to help myself, I grind my hips against her, loving the reaction she gives me. Her gasp of surprise is swallowed by my tongue demanding entry into her mouth. Under the thin material of her top, I feel her nipples harden against me and I groan in frustration. There’s too much material between us.
Pulling back, breathing hard, I gaze down at her. Her lids are hooded with lust and she’s panting just as much as me. Either we’re both really unfit, or both really into it.
“Do you want to watch the rest of the god-awful film?” I ask. She silently shakes her head. “Want me to stop?” Another shake. “Shall we go upstairs?”
She nods. It’s all the encouragement I need. I move to my knees, freeing her, but before she can get up, I scoop her into my arms and stand. Cradled in my arms she’s tiny, but I love the way she snuggles in against me, running her tongue seductively along my neck.
“Stop that princess, or I’ll drop you right here and take you on the stairs,” I warn.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she replies cheekily.
“We’re doing this right,” I insist, climbing the stairs with her still in my arms. Like fuck am I gonna take her up to my room though, not because I can’t manage her weight, but her room is closer and I’m feeling impatient to prove myself.
I may not have anything to be jealous about with that entitled psychopathic asshole on the TV, but measuring up against four other boyfriends means I have everything to prove. Kicking open the door to her bedroom, and slamming it shut behind me, I walk over to the bed and place her down gently like the precious cargo she is. She blinks up at me and reaches for my hand.
“You’re too far away,” she complains.
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” I counter, pulling off my shirt and dropping my jeans to the floor. She takes the hint and wastes no time in removing her clothes and then we’re staring at one another and no one is making a move.
“Join me,” she says, scooting back further onto the bed to make room for me and climbing under the covers. There’s a chill in the room but it's not that cold. I can keep us both plenty warm enough, but I don’t say anything, choosing to just join her instead.
Once I’m under the covers with her, she pulls me close and kisses me. I run my hands down her back, unable to resist how silky soft she is. The scent floods my brain with happy memories and I feel like I’m home for the first time in years. While we lose each other in hungry kisses, I run my fingers up and down her ribs, and play with the dimples on her back at the base of her spine. My hands smooth over the round globes of her ass, skimming lower to the backs of her thighs. I can’t get enough of her, can’t stop touching her.
I roll her onto her back and tease her with feather-light touches until she’s squirming and begging for a proper touch. Grinning, I kiss my way down her neck, stopping to worship her breasts, before continuing my path down to her thighs. She’s even softer there, and her scent intoxicates me. I draw my tongue along her sweetness which elicits a low groan from her. I repeat the action until she’s grinding down on my face, trying to force my head into the position she needs it to hit that sweet spot. I deny her until she’s begging, mewling out my name in equal prayers and curses.
Eventually I give in, delivering what she needs: my tongue on her clit drawing figures of eight. I slide two fingers inside, curling them to brush against her G spot so that her hips buck up off the mattress and she cries out. It doesn’t take long for her muscles to tighten, her thighs clamping up around my ears and trembling as she desperately tries to stave off her release. But I’m not having that. Relentlessly I pump my fingers into her, picking up the pace and ensuring my strokes meet the rhythm of my tongue.
With a wordless shout she comes apart under me, and after riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm her thighs relax and drop back down to the mattress. She’s boneless, jelly, ruined on the sheets which she’s fisted beneath her and her beautiful body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her hair is rumpled from where she’s been thrashing against the pillow, her chest heaving from her struggled pants, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
I kiss her deeply before slipping from the bed and moving to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I soak it in warm water, wring it out, and head back to the bedroom. Only, when I get there I find Raven absolutely sparko on the bed. Carefully, I clean her up and tuck her into bed. Then I grab my discarded clothes and let myself out, quietly closing her bedroom door behind me.
I need a cold shower.
Breaking
More shit
Masks and false faces
Shadows and ???
Dark spaces?
A a domino vizard visage
Can’t see beyond yourthe your mirage
I know you have identities to hide
Baggage in the attic and skeletons in your closet
truths you feel you need to disguise
But your time is up
