"Oh, shit!" she yelled out, smiling back, while he chuckled, enjoying his little prank.
She watched him standing in the empty living room, messy hair, long sideburns, wearing his ragged jeans, blue flannel shirt, and leather jacket. He left his suitcase and guitar in the middle of the floor and rushed towards her. "You're finally here!" she said, almost in disbelief, and met him halfway. They stopped within inches. For some reason, their first minutes together always felt awkward after a long separation, much like they were strangers once again. They stood in silence, considering each other, just to jump into a firm hug. Neither noticed how slowly they drew close, eventually melting together in a shy, tender kiss. After that first one, came another and another, their heartbeats were sent racing, beneath their heaving chests. His hungry tongue seared her mouth passionately, and the touch of their bodies shot shivers along her spine. With their eyes still closed, he broke the kiss and ran his wet lips all the way up her neck, stopping at her earlobe, making her knees weak. He paused to whisper in her ear, "Did you miss me, baby?"
"You have no idea," she voiced softly, shivering all over. When her eyes opened, they focused on his hungry and demanding stare, which she met with the same intensity. She ran her fingers through his blond beautiful hair, and he moved his desperate hands down her back. He was happy she remembered how mad that stupid little dress drove him.
Quickly, she was swept up in his arms, and he was off, searching for the bedroom. As he walked through the first doorway on the left, James realized the room was for storage; a broom and some boxes and were lying in the dark. He kicked in a partially opened door, a few steps down the hall. Inside was another empty room. [i]Damn it![/i] He growled with little exasperation, and she couldn't help giggling a little, before taking her arm from his neck and signaling a door at the other end of the hall. Taking firm steps, James walked to the dimly lit room, and after roughly tossing his captive on the bed, he got rid of his jacket and fell on top of her, biting her lip. His lust took over, and his hands ran under her dress, from the back of her knees... to her butt... and further to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Unclasping Kristen's bra fueled her longing, and it continued as he cupped her breasts in his hands and gently twisted her aroused nipples. She felt a surge, as he slowly moved a hand from her breast, caressed all the way to her hips, got hold of her little panties, and tugged them off. He even tickled the sole of her feet, making her tremble.
Full of passion, she used all her might to roll over and on top of him. She tore off her dress and bra, herself, and then began to slowly unbutton his blue flannel shirt. He laid back, his messy hair spilled on the bed, his blue eyes scanning her intensely, while he played with her breasts. When his torso was exposed, she bent over to leave a trail of wet kisses from his neck to his belly button, all the while unbuttoning his pants. Moving violently, James gripped her wrists and forced her down, their naked torsos touching for the first time. He rammed his tongue into her mouth in an erotic kiss, growling into her throat, taking her breath away. Leaving her all smitten on the bed he got up to get rid of his clothes, as she watched him lying on her back, desire burning in her eyes. "Oh, God!" she whispered with anticipation.
Once naked he crept over her, getting a grip of her wrists again, and placing her arms over her head with one strong hand. With one knee he parted her legs, gently resting his body on top of her. Half erect, the head of his penis pressed against her clit, rubbing it. Assaulting her mouth again, his free hand caressed her body, driving her insane and wet. Tearing from her lips, he ran his tongue from her chin down her neck, whispering to her skin, "Look what you do to me, looking so pretty for me." He teased one nipple, licking it playfully, as his hand toyed with the other one. Then he used his mouth to suck it more roughly. It hurt Kristen slightly, just enough to make her arch her back and moan.
"Oh, James..." His shaft had already aroused her clit, which pulsed with agonizing longing. He kept feasting on her breasts, and took his hand down to explore her with his fingers. The touch of her wetness made him groan with desire, feeling his cock grow bigger and harder. He drank of the look of her body, of her flushed face, framed by her dark brown curls, and her misty eyes. A long sigh filled his chest, and he spread her legs wider with his knees; guiding his dick into her slit.
Leaning face to face, she could feel his golden locks brush her cheeks softly, his eyes intensely fixed to hers. He pushed himself into her for the first time, and her moan of pleasure was silenced her by his feral kiss. Slowly, he began to thrust himself inside her once again, as she molded her body to his, wrapping her legs around him. Both started panting, while immersed in the pursuit of ecstasy. She tried to cling to him in passion, but he renewed his grip on her wrists. He was in charge; she was his, and he was going to set the rhythm of the dance they'd follow. He slowed a bit, just to lick her nipples again, intensifying the pleasure she was receiving. Suddenly he gave her a hard thrust that made her scream, and let go of her hands to roll her over, on top of him. He took her face in his hands and drew her closer to kiss her tenderly, her breasts brushing his chest lightly. The combination of her ecstatic gaze, her short, warm breath, and the softness of her lips just ignited his twisted passion.
