| Part II |
| She locked the door and turned to find herself trapped."Brian. What are you doing?" He responded with a lingering kiss; nearly drawing the life from her. "Wow!"she exhausted once she found her legs again. Seems she'd lost them somewhere back there. If his kisses knocked her out, she could hardly wait to see what the rest of his talents could do for her. "Shall we continue out here or would you like me to be a gentleman and take you to your bed?" "If you even have to ask after that,"she said pulling him against herself. "And I thought you were the shy one,"he teased; his hand sliding up her back under the lilac midriff baring sweater. "And I thought you were a good boy,"She eagerly pushed the white polo shirt up his body. "I'll show you good boy,"he grinned deviously as he pulled the shirt over his head;crushing his lips immediately onto hers. She explored his body as his lips traveled down her neck and into the cleavage of her sweater. He sliced through the buttons and cupped the satin surface; taking his time in his exploration of her generous bosom. Her body responded with the enthusiasm that he displayed upon it as he detatched the front enclosure of the material. She dropped the sweater and bra in one movement allowing his mouth to latch onto the rosy nub; tightening with the mere flicker of his tongue. He continued to divide his attention between the two; flickering his tongue and suckling her into a heap of flesh. She was so frickin wet right now she didn't think she could take much more of this attention. "Bri,"she attempted. "Mmhmm?"he responded through his ministrations. "I'm really enjoyin.... this....but....,"she forced out. "But what?"he moved back to meet her gaze. "But I dont' think I can take much more." "I think ya can,"He sunk to his knees pressing her skirt up over her hips and pushing aside the soaked satin. His tongue sliced through the moisture. Good god! That was just the first stroke. She grasped the door handle as he worked his way into the sodden meadow. God! Did he know what he was doing? It was more than obvious that he did. Jesus! What was he doing down there she thought as her hand slammed against the door and she was relieved of her balance. She found her legs draped over his shoulders as he buried his tongue within her center. "Damn!"she screamed with the agonizing torture gaining control over her body. He eased her back down onto the floor as he removed his remaining garments before returning to meet the silver blue of her eyes."You're evil,"she remarked breathlessly as he silently filled the void between her thighs. Once again he had complete control over her body and quite personally it really didn't matter. She would see to it that he suffered undeniable pleasures later in the evening. She gripped his shoulders with his deep, repetitive thrusts. Her legs curled around him as he held within her the short distance; easing back onto the couch. Lightly grazing his chest with the tips of her nails, she looked him square in the eye."You realize I do have control now." |
| "You do?"he said grinning as he drew her swiftly toward himself latching onto a nipple; the soft warmth of his lips almost too much to bear. "Damn you,"she managed to squeak out as her fingers found their way into his hair. His lips softly grazed upward; nibbling upon her neck before he met with the tantalizing flavor of hers. His hands kept a firm grip on her back as she started to move on his willing sex. As she staked her claim on his body, she knew the sounds of pleasure were mere seconds away. "Damn Rachel!"he blurted as he'd lost the control he'd gained earlier. "Don't mess with the best Bri,"she said continuing to grind into him. His moans were more than enough for her to continue her assault on his body. "Girl. You just bought a mess of trouble." "Bring it on,"She challenged not realizing what she had gotten herself into. He eased her back onto the floor; languidly pressing his length into her. He could barely stand it but keeping her in suspense was worth the anticipation in her features. Sighing heavily, he met her quizzical expression."You know, this just isn't working for me." "Isn't working for you?" "Perhaps,"he said coming forward; softly brushing her lips."Another,"he said entertaining the slight of tongue passing between her lips."Position." The grin on his face was so uncharacteristic of what the world was used to but she loved the devlish implication lying within. "Whatcha got in mind?" "You bent over the couch." "Control freak,"She toyed. "You know it,"the devilish implication still fresh on his features. "What are you waiting for then?" "Nothing." "Then why are you holding back on me boy?" "Cuz I like seeing you all worked up like this." "You are Satan." |
| "Only when I wanna be,"he smiled and removed himself from her body. She was barely positioned over the couch before he was within her depths once again. The pure swiftness by which he took her was unbelievable but he bode his time well. He drew her back against his chest with the length of her golden curls. Holding her there, he molded the rounded flesh of her bosom as their lips met briefly. God! How long was he gonna hold out here? Her silent inquiry was met with the force of his body pushing her back to her previous position. Her fingers dug into the couch cushion as the forces of nature demolished the will to continue for both of them. She felt his weight against her weary form as he barely forced out,"That ....was...truly.... "incredible,"she finished his sentence. He moved to her side; his dead weight held up by the edge of the couch. She turned and leaned against the couch herself. She looked into the seamingly innocent blue eyes burdened with exhaustion. "You okay?"she took his hand. "I'm fine." |
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