If it weren't for you, I'd be done this by now. The only thing holding me back is your wandering hand traveling up my thigh. Tonight seems so far away. My eyes do their best to focus on the half done resume on the computer screen in front of me. What are my personal traits? I'm pretty damn hot and bothered, what am I qualified for? The voice of the receptionist booming over the speaker interrupts my thoughts to tell everyone that the library will be closing shortly. As we leave the lab, I grab her hand tightly and tug her towards the nearest exit.
"Well aren't you motivated today." She whispers.
I spot a vacant alley up ahead, and push her into the solid wall with authority.
"How could I not be with your lips teasing me for the last hour and 17 minutes?" She looks briefly at my curved smile
"You could learn to control y---" My lips catch the rest of her sentence in a hungry lock. Your hands go from resting on my hips to my ass, pulling my heat into yours.
"Excuse me...girls. Could you please go...practice somewhere a little more...private?" The security guard hardly squeaks out.
"Well I guess I'll just have to help you study the female anatomy else where."
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"My face is up here dear." Placing my fingers in her jaw line, moving her gaze to meet mine
"I can't help it, sorry. Hey...I bought this new Cd the other day, want to listen to it?"
"Okay. Sure. Where is it?"
"Oh, down in my room. C'mon."
New Cd. Right.
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"Ever notice how I can't come to your house without ending up in your bedroom? Even when we were "just friends"...will you stop eye raping me long enough for us to carry on a civil conversation please?" I giggle out.
"Will you stop talking long enough for me to rape you?" You snapped back.
"You mean eye rape me?"
"No."
I lick my lips. A nervous habit.
You kiss me, pushing my back against your headboard as well as your thigh between mine.
"No, stop." I struggle and try to push you away, but you grab my wrists with a grip that scorns my skin.
I shout again over the loud thud of my head and arms slamming against the sturdy headboard. Then I saw the rope.
"Don't, please no."
"Shut your pretty little mouth. You know you can't fight me." You snarl, with so much authority it makes me tremble. Covering my mouth with my bandana, you continue.
"I've seen the way you look at me. You deserve this. This is your punishment."
I cry out in pain, and pleasure I refuse to show, as she binds my wrists tightly to the posts, burning my vulnerable skin. Locking eyes with me, she slowly moves down my body. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as she lifts up my shirt, exposing some of my most intimate skin, and biting down. Working your way up, I feel your other hand start moving up my inner thigh, just as slow and teasing as your kissing, causing me to squirm and struggle against the ropes. Making it hurt more.
"Don't. I mean it. Stop!" I scream, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
The bandana had fallen moments before, allowing me to finally breath through my mouth again. I was concentrating so much on what her hand was doing I was surprised when her lips had finally reached the tender skin of my neck, raping my flesh.
Digging your nails deep into my thigh you growl so close to my ear that I can feel the heat of your breath. "I told you to shut the fuck up. Don't speak. Don't move. Tonight, your body is all mine. You're going to be screaming for me to stop."
Before I could even think of responding, I feel your hands tugging at my belt, getting it undone within seconds and moving onto the button. You tell me to lift my hips up so you can slip off my pants and I obey your command right away. Leaning forward, your lips press lightly against mine, teasing me with the tip of your tongue. Once again, I feel your hand sliding up my thigh, tracing slowly over the marks your nails left earlier, making then sting again. My breathing speeds up as your hand reaches the hem of my panties. You place your fingers against my slit and stop kissing me, only long enough to watch my face as you begin rubbing my clit in slow circular motions. A soft moan is forced through my lips encouraging you even more.
Pressing harder and forcing longer moans, through kisses on my neck you say in a breathy voice I almost don't recognize, "I don't hear you protesting now, do I?"
"Finish me. Please..." I whimper, writhing under your body.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me..."
"Sorry. I didn't quite hear you, what is it that you want?"
"Fuck me! I want it!"
"How bad do you want it?" As you start finger fucking me harder.
The only response I can give you is a long, throaty moan and showing you just how much I can arch my back.
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I wake up to my wrists sore and still stinging from the night before and your warm body wrapped around mine. You kiss me gently and tell me to wait here.
About half an hour later, you wake me up with breakfast, which consists of my favorite. After eating and talking about what happened the prior night, we finally crawl out of bed and go upstairs. Successfully checking out your ass on the way up the stairs, I let you lead me to the bathroom and show me where the towels are.
"You know Kaitlin...we could save water if we showered together." I say with a righteous cocked eyebrow.
"You know, you're right. But I'm only going to to save water hot water."
"Of course."
I hadn't put on any clothes so I just hopped in and let you start the water. The shower was filling with hot steam as you closed the door and turned to face me, looking me straight in the eye.
A soft gasp pushes though your lips as I pull your pelvis into me hard and kiss down your neck. The water running down our bodies, making it easy to run my fingertips across your teasing wet bodes. Grabbing your hips again, I lift you up slightly, backing you up against the cool tile, touching your clit with my thigh. Slowly my hands slide down your chest, lingering in the sensation of your wet body, following your smooth curves and caressing your flawless thighs. Causing you to shiver under my touch despite the intense heat. Parting from your lips, I begin kissing down your neck, past your collarbones and linger at your deeply heaving chest. Dragging my nails ever so lightly up your back, I kiss down your glistening cleavage line and close my lips and tongue over your nipple. You softly moan out my name and dig your nails into my neck. Encouraged more, I kiss further down your stomach, coming to rest on my knees in front of your fidgeting body. As I kiss past your belt line, I use my knee to push your legs a little wider and run the tip of my tongue slowly up your inner thigh.
"Kaitlin? Are you in there?"
Fuck. Her boyfriend.
