<...pressing against your thigh. You shudder again as my fingers brush against you. My hands entwine in your hair as I kiss my way up to the base of your neck and I pull your head back as my teeth nip at your skin, lips pressing hard against your throat. You gasp at the sudden sting and I take the opportunity to run my hand up the inside of your thigh, sliding up, then pulling away, fingers circling closer and closer, yet never quite touching as much as you want, as much as you need me to. Your chest heaves as you breathing hitches and I pull back on your hair again, this time fixing my lips to yours, plundering your mouth with fierce kisses, devouring you with passionate intensity as your hands...>
<... pull on you, grab at your back. My fingernails dig into your soft, young skin as your kiss envelopes me, brings me nearer to that place I need to be. One hand goes to the back of your head and my fist clenches around a handful of your hair as you pull on mine, forcing my head back further, opening my mouth wider. Our tongues hungrily work together as I moan into your mouth, transmitting my want, my need, as you tug at my hair, pulling me down...>
<... pulling your head back as I shift my weight, tipping you off balance before my leg sweeps around, throwing you back onto the bed behind you. You gasp with surprise, our contact breaking momentarily as you fall, but your grip on my short hair pulls me down on top of you, crushing you slightly. Your hands run over my body and I grab your wrists, pinning them above your head, pressing you to the bed as I kiss you again, our passions animalistic now. You bite at me, snaring my lip, struggling fiercely against my hold, despite never wanting to get free. My free hand wends its way down your body again, resuming its explorations between your legs and you groan as a finger slides over your pussy lips, your hips rising as my finger approaches your clit, your every motion driven by sheer lust. Another groan escapes your mouth as...>
<...I feel your finger enter me. I buck and struggle beneath you, as the conflicting feelings of loving the sensation of being restrained, versus my desire to feel your body, fills my mind. I want to tug at you, pull you further into me, feel your naked skin press harder onto mine. I wrap my legs around your back, locking my ankles, opening myself up to you even more. I moan and gasp into your ear as your teeth bite down into my neck again. Lust has control of us now and we don't fight it, we let go. "Fuck me!" I say, "Just fuck me," but you don't, not yet, you want to hold me on the edge, teasing my body, tormenting my mind. Your hand tightens it grip on my wrist as, with the other, another finger enters me, finding my spot. I let out a growl and you know you have me when...>
<...I feel your reaction to my movements. My fingers rock in and out, ever so slowly. It's not fast enough for you and I can feel you struggle against me, trying to force me to take you. The sounds of your throaty breathing are getting to me and I feel myself spasm as you let out another breathy moan. I press onto your spot, teasing myself with your groan, loving the feeling of your breasts heaving underneath me. I kiss you again, allowing myself to press against you as our bodies entwine. My fingers slide in and then out, tips gliding over your lips to toy briefly with your clit. You shudder underneath me, my reward another moan and I know that I have to take you. You're overwhelming, a primal force overruling my mind, something animalistic that has taken away any sentient thought. All that is left is my desire. I have to have you. You can see it...>