The queue was long. They had both made such an effort for tonight. Her hair was behind her ears, little tendrils dropping, in spite of her pushing them back constantly, over her eyes.
The large moon shone in her eyes, she saw him smile at her.
He brushed her arm gently.
"I don't care about this. I just want to be here, with you. Now."
She sighed, and smiled back.
He put his hand on her temple, she leaned against him.
His other hand touched, firmly, the outside of her thigh, partly on her buttock, and he pulled her to him.
"You are all I want".
He brushed his hand over her thigh, close to her mound. She could feel him close to where she really wanted him, but not too close, too soon.
And he brushed his lips against hers, held her head and gently pulled her closer. Warm, sweet breath danced between them, a little bite on her lower lip, a soft, deeper kiss, still with his other hand on the inner part of her thigh, still teasing, still promising more to come.
"Oi! Stop that you two. We're opening up now"
Jolted out of their reverie, he looked at her with his piercing manliness and asked:
"Do you want me to finger you with the kebab fat on my hands like your sister prefers, or a wash first luv?" |
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