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A much needed reprieve	By : angelicaLioncourt Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next few seconds seem to pass by in a blur… all he was aware off was Jill. Her lips warm and inviting, the sweetness on her tongue. The way her body pressed flush against his, pulse beating wildly beneath his fingertips. He leans in bringing his lips to the crook of her neck, and she sighs. He parts his lips, tongue tracing over her pulse, teeth grazing her skin. The simple action seems to flip some sort of switch, she lets out a moan, fingers entwine in his hair. She jerks his head up suddenly, crashing their lips together.
He kisses her hungrily... tongue scraping over teeth, as she walks them over to the bed. Her hands move to the bottom of his shirt, swiftly untucking it from his belt, fingernails raking over his skin, causing him to shiver. He breaks the kiss only to remove the shirt, carelessly tossing it to the floor. Her fingers begin working on his belt unfastening it as she brings her lips to his neck biting down. He moans slightly, his hips jerking forward. Her hand moves to the bulge at the front of his jeans, caressing him through the fabric.
“Hmm, is this all for me?” she asks
He can’t help but chuckle… “Yes..” He whispers.
“Really… are you sure?” she laughs, giving him a playful squeeze
“Yes...really…” he breathes.
She draws his lower lip between her teeth, as she slowly unzips his jeans.
Snaking her hands through his boxers, she wraps her fingers around his length, he gasps the initial contact. “Wow… “ she breathes lips inches away from his…

She takes her time getting familiar with the feeling, hot to the touch, smooth velvety skin over rigid flesh. She strokes him lightly at first, almost experimentally. Meanwhile, he’s reeling...his entire body humming. The feeling of her small delicate hands tracing patterns on his skin was foreign. Way different from the touch of his own hand, better than he imagined.He had no idea what to do in that moment, lost in the sensation. He lets his hands rest lightly on her lower back

Her thumb grazes over the head, smearing some of the pre-cum down his length. His hands grip her hips tightly and he lets out a breathy moan. He sinks his head down to her neck, inhaling, kissing, biting, as she continues to stroke him. Faster and faster. His knees were weak, breath ragged… this was all too much, the familiar feeling coiling at the pit of his stomach, traveling lower Not yet.. He wanted more of her.
She was already soaking wet. The feeling of his breath against her neck, gorgeous lips that she had often imagined, burning a trail over her skin. The weight of him in her hand, as she allowed her fingers to trace over every vein. The way he seemed to be heating up by the second, those low breathy moans. She wanted nothing more than to sink down, wrap her lips around him, feel him at the back of her throat, taste him as he spills himself into her willing mouth.
She pulls back suddenly...
“ Take em off… and get on the bed…”
Despite the fact that her hands were wrapped around his cock mere seconds before, he was still thrown at her sudden forwardness. He obliges, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he pulls his pants and underwear down in one singular motion. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he feels suddenly out of place, unsure what to do with himself. The fact that she seemed to study him for a moment didn’t help, even though she had pretty much seen it all earlier anyways. Heat rises to his face but then she moves.
Stepping back, she pulls her tank top off over her head, leaving her in a pale blue bra. It was a flimsy little thing, mostly lace, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. He could see her nipples, like rocks, tearing their way through the fabric. His eyes traveled over her narrow waist, skin golden like honey. He had thought often about tracing his tongue over every inch of that sun-kissed skin. Did she really taste like honey?
Her fingers trailed over her stomach for a moment, over her sides teasingly before they moved to one of the straps on her bra.
“Do you like it?” She asks lightly
He nods his head for a moment before speaking
“Y-yeah…”
Her hands landed on her shorts, snaking them down her legs. The flimsy blue triangle of material did not leave much to the imagination. The strings rose up high on her hips, and he could clearly see dampness through the fabric, the outline of her sex. He swallowed thickly, a new rush of blood flowing to his already aching cock.
“Do you like looking at me, Martin?” She asks stepping forward
He only nods, eyes not sure where to look, but soon lands on her stomach, drifting lower as she stands in front of him.
‘’ Do you?” She asks again. Tilting his chin up to meet her gaze.
“So beautiful Jill…”

She sits down next to him on the bed, pressing her lips to his, gently this time...slowly trailing her tongue over his lips, until they part. They manage to move back on the bed, closer to the pillows, and his hands begin to roam her back. Stopping at the clasp of her bra. She smiles, reaching up to unclasp it herself. He moves his hands to her shoulders, sliding the straps down her arms, marveling at the feeling of her skin..He presses his lips to her shoulder blade.
His fingers ghost up her sides briefly before his hands move forward, cupping her breasts. Testing their weight in his palms, squeezing gently. He rolls a hardened nipple between his fingers, noting how she gasps arching into him, he does it again. Her fingers roam over his back as he lowers his head brushing his lips along her skin. He ducks his head lower drawing the hardened nub between his teeth. She gasps aloud, instantly pulling him closer. He takes his time showering her breasts with equal attention. Her hand is wrapped around him once again and before he knows it, she’s laying back, pulling him on top of her.
He works his way down her body tongue tracing over every curve, encouraged by her various sighs and whimpers..light caresses egging him on. He kisses her way down her stomach, hands roaming over her hips before he stops at the juncture of her thighs. There is a moment of hesitation, at a bit of a loss. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of her. The faint scent of her arousal causing his cock to swell, heady and vaguely sweet. He leans in pressing his lips against her, over the fabric of her panties. She gasps, and he leans back, thumbs grasping the bands as he slides them down over her hips. Slowly, ever so slowly down her legs, his thumb traces over her calf, before he tosses he garment to the side.

He eyes her curiously for a moment, and she could feel herself flush. He bites his lips as he moves his hands to her knees, spreading them further apart. He had seen the movies, skimmed over endless magazines. Seen girls spread out in a plethora of positions, and countless times imagined what he’d do. Expertly… How they’d cling to him, begging for more.
He didn't have the slightest clue what to do, and only tore his eyes away from her, when she spoke.
“Martin?”
When he met her gaze, she had the most perplexed look on her face. He fought the urge to apologize before her lips curled into a smile and she beckoned with her finger for him to come closer. He leans in pressing his lips to hers as he shifts himself on top of her.
His hand moves lower down her body until he’s hovering directly over her heat. His fingers brush over her lightly, before dipping lower. All he could think was how it was possible for her to be this wet. He slowly slides his fingers over her slickened folds, her skin like velvet. His thumb brushes against her and she gasps pressing herself against him.
Startled, he looks up “Okay?”
She nods quickly. “ Mhmm.. yes… do that again.” She breathes
He complies, fingers brushing over this small hardened nub beneath silken skin. She moans louder this time, bucking against his hand. He needed to hear that again. He begins tracing small circles over the area, lips inches away from hers, she’s panting arching up against him to get more friction. She places a hand over his, guiding his motions. He takes up a rhythm, his fingers sliding over her sensitive flesh, thumb encircling her clit, pressing at her entrance. Suddenly, it hits him, the reality of the situation… If she felt this good, beneath his fingers... He wondered..
“Oh god---” She breathed
He looked at her suddenly, her cheeks were flushed, stray tendrils of hair sticking to her forehead, skin damp with sweat. He leans in brushing his lips across her eyelids, resting them against her cheek. His hand dips lower, pressing at her entrance, and she spreads her legs further. Pressing forward, her skin, like velvet closes in around him. He lets out something between a moan and a gasp, sliding back slightly only to press forward again.. This was unreal.

The sheets are pretty much twisted beneath them, the others bundled up at the end of the bed. He lays halfway on top of her and she’s stroking him again, teasing herself with the head of his cock. She shifts suddenly, flipping him over onto his back, and she leans back, regarding him for a moment. Simply beautiful. His lips were parted as he watches her with fascination, eyes hooded with lust, He bites his lip when she begins to move. His cock lays against his stomach and she takes her time, grinding herself against him, her arousal coating his skin. She sits back, fingers resting lightly on his ribs, as she tilts her head back, rutting against him in short thrusts, Mimicking, making a show of what was to come. He’s panting, moans escaping his lips more frequently than he’d like...he had to remember where they were.
“Jill--p-please..” He breathes
She tilts her head back down, her movements slowing slightly, clearly enjoying her own show.
“What is it Martin…”She whispers, moving one of his hands to her breasts.
He bites his lip, kneading her flesh beneath his palm…
She’s still rocking against him slowly, she could feel him, throb beneath her.
“I--I just…” He lets out a shaky moan
“What is it...huh?” She asks kissing him briefly.
His hands slide over her back, as she lifts, positioning him at her entrance. She slides down just a hair, he’s buried only about an inch into her heat and she rocks against him for a moment. His hands grip her hips tightly, and she sinks down onto him completely.
If he was trying to be quiet it didn’t matter now, he lets out a strangled moan, the voices downstairs lulled momentarily. She paused for a second, both of them glancing over to the door.She covered her mouth trying not to laugh, as the low hum of voices started up again.
She begins to move again, teasingly bringing her fingers to his lips…
“Quiet. Martin… remember... She childed
His only response was drawing her fingers between his lips, sucking on them gently.

Honestly, it was really a surprise that he lasted as long as he did. She took up a steady rhythm, rocking, bouncing on top of him. At one point he thought he was going to come on the spot. She had leaned back tilting her head back as her hands gripped his legs… her breasts bouncing with her movement. The sound of skin mover skin... He moved his hand between them pressing down on that spot that made her nearly cry out. More circles..She covers her mouth with her hand, biting down.. He can practically feel her walls contracting around him like a vice as she lets out a whimper, a look of tortured pleasure on her face. Gripping him, the suction, there's warmth sliding over his thighs and he releases, hard still deep inside her.
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A much needed reprieve