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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a bit of my raunchy novel. Hope you like Tom and Yas: their sex is electrifying!!!! Please comment my lovelies.
He stood behind me, fingers tracing the edge of my waistband. My breath hitched. The bastard. He relishes at the thought of me getting so aroused in public.
The familiar warm tingle was pooling in my groin. I feel him shift to whisper to me, lightly brushing against my ear. I feel the muscles in his cheek tighten into a grin. That arsehole is loving this.
“I love it when you wear a skirt.”
Oh god. That did it. I inwardly groaned, feeling myself getting progressively damp at the thought of him entering me.
I could feel the feather-light fingertips working their way down over my hips, like drips of liquid honey. Christ. It’s going to take all my willpower now. All the while he’s still grinning by my ear, like some sadistic Cheshire Cat.
“That’s enough, ” I almost whimper, voice cracking. Complete lack of authority in the tone of my voice. Typical.
Those fingertips, addictively gentle, continue moving towards my rear. Oh fuck. Time for action.
Summoning all the willpower I can muster, I prise his wandering hands and wrap them around my waist, keeping firm grip. He hums appreciatively, resting his chin on my shoulder and I try to gain control of my treacherous body and stuttered breathing. Smirking at my victory, I whisper “you are such a twat.” Feeling his cheeks tightening against my neck in that sadistic smile, he mutters “well, you’re still smiling.”
I giggle like a tittering schoolgirl. What the fuck is he doing to me? Since when do I titter? I roll my eyes at myself in my mind. Get a grip, Yas. You are meant to be a mature, professional woman, not a dizzy teenager with a crush on a handsome jock. But yet, here I am. Giggling and being a complete slave to my carnal desires, like some basic, biological sexual being.
I now decide, with a streak of sadism, that it is time to repay the favour. Arching my back slightly, I press my rear against his groin. A small groan escapes from his sealed lips, vibrating my shoulder where his chin is still perched. Feeling against my ass an increasingly hardening swelling. Ah, revenge is sweet. Though maybe not, as I feel a twinge and tingle within my feminine area, screaming for attention from his addictive genitalia. Fuck.
I feel the urge to moan and my eyes almost roll back within my skull. Tipping my head back, I feel his head turn and those beautifully soft lips flutter at my neck. Burning my skin and warmth shooting down towards my groin. Good thing I’m wearing knickers, I know my juices would be running down my legs. Man, he’s good.
I suddenly snap my head back to the upright position, realising that I’m not in my bedroom, but in a place that invokes boredom like watching a politics channel. Decorum, Yas. Not heavy petting. I note that a singular person is gazing at us, like a curious kitten, unaware of the basal instincts going on beneath the surface. I smile awkwardly, whispering that it is time we behave. I can sense the disappointment and reluctance as he withdraws from my neck and back and steps to my side, enclosing my hand in his. I glance up, his milky white cheeks highlighted with a rosy blush. Fucking hell, he must be struggling too. His sky blue eyes looking dark with dilated pupils. Looking down, I admire his bulging jeans. Thankfully not as obvious to the innocent as it could be.
Looking back up, he smirks a lopsided grin. “Back to yours after?”
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