| She knew what she'd like him to do with his but NO! Her eyes searched frantically for Nick and he was nowhere to be found. Where the fuck was he? "I'd like to find my way underneath that skirt of your and fuck you senseless with it,"he remarked; his breath still hot on her ear as his hand rested on her leg."Am I doing better tonight Di?" She nodded. He couldn't be doing this. Nick would kill him. "Good." He continued,"Then I would softly kiss you." She turned to him." Howie. I don't think this is such a good idea,"she protested as she felt his fingers sneak under the hem of her skirt. "You're enjoying yourself right?" "Uh....yeah,"her voice shakily responded as his fingers steadily climbed under the material of her skirt. She was wet. That desire centered in her body was increasing as he pressed the lacey obstruction aside. She looked him in the eye the best she could."What if somebody catches us? "I knew there was a soft side to you,"he grinned; ignoring her inquiry as he started to create a magic all his own on her. "This really isn't....a....good..." Her attempt at a protest continued to waver as he inconspicuously toyed with the moist flesh. Fuck! She shouldn't be letting him do this but it felt so damn good. "A good what?" "This...Ohhhh!...."Biting her lower lip."What ...if...Oh fuck!"Her body shifting slightly to accomodate the motion of those beautiful, long fingers devoting themselves to her pleasure."What if Nick sees us?"She blurted out before another wave of pleasure surfaced. His lips claimed hers as it hit her; confining the noise to her body(although he didn't need to). The music's blare covered damn near everything. When he released her from the silencing gesture, he met her gaze; stunned more than anything. He responded to her inquiry."He won't." "How can you be sure?" She managed to scan the room calmly coming up with no sign of him. "Because I made sure he won't," he lied tracing her lips with those luxurious fingers of his; covering them with the sweet juices he'd created. |
| She wasn't sure what was happening here and she wasn't so sure she wanted it to end. Even if it meant giving up Nick. But was she willing to give that up for a few minutes with Howie? His eyes locked with hers. His gaze intent. He planned on winning tonight and made no bones about it either. His lips brushed hers; his tongue eagerly but not overzealously dividing them. His tongue wove around hers; the sweet flavor of her body lingering there."Howie,"she mustered as his lips moved elsewhere. They were in public. He couldn't do this in public surely. Try again. His tongue slid down her neck into the vee of her sheer blouse. She managed to draw his attention toward her face."You win." He smiled. " I wasn't through yet." "I know you're not,"she said pressing his body back against the couch as she straddled him. "I was wondering how long it was gonna take for you to break." "A little full of ourself aren't we?" "And you'll be a little full of myself shortly,"he smirked as his body jerked up beneath her. The boy was as hard as a rock and as well built as her current partner. They say good things come in small packages but this was ridiculous. She smiled."Do you really think you've won?" "Oh I've won,"he returned; the devlish gleam in his eye never leaving hers as he loosened the knot cinched in her blouse. |
| She stopped his hands."You do realize we are in public? "That didn't seem to bother you five minutes ago,"he stated as he separated the sheer material. "Well that's because....well...because.." She tried finding a reason but she had lost all reasoning abilities with the fire in his touch. He pressed the satin cups up over her breasts. He cupped her breast and circled the nipple with his thumb. Dear God! This was far beyond their usual cat and mouse game and he had won. No denying that and she obviously didn't care anymore or she wouldn't have been straddling his lap now. "I'm waiting." There was no good reason so she responded silently by loosening his belt. She nimbly unbuttoned the metal button on his jeans. "What are you doing?" "I'm doing what you've wanted me to do for a long time,"she remarked. She looked around to see if anybody was paying attention yet. Luckily, their private party was remaining "private" still. She stood from the couch and slipped out of the black lace french cut panties and resumed her position on his lap. She stuffed the lacey material into his jeans pocket and slid the zipper on his jeans down. She drew his erection through the fly of his boxers. Hiking her skirt slightly, she guided herself onto his length; the sensation temporarily rendering her legs useless."Good lord!" She held his gaze the entire moment. The intensity still prevalent. The thought that this was actually happening kept her in that state of disbelief but his body's presence filling her gave her the reality check she needed."I wish we would have done this long ago,"she leaned forward; the hot breath of her words drifting over his ears. He couldn't believe he'd convinced her to do this. Making her believe that Nick would never find out. He could only imagine what made her change her mind as they acclimated to one another; snickering slightly at her words but knowing exactly how she felt. He didn't have to corner her; nothing. She let him have it. Well, not quite that easily but she didn't put up much resistance knowing that Nick had been there....and still was. |
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