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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Start of a new chapter. Very raw and edited. Always appreciate spelling mistakes and grammar pointed out. Enjoy
The smooth painted plaster beneath her finger tips which wasn’t her main input from what was going on around her, or behind her she should say. She desperately wanted to give in to the onslaught of desire he was having on her body but in a stubborn way, she also knew she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She suspected that the stubbornness she held there wouldn’t last long though as her temptation slowly depleted. So for now, she concentrated on the paint beneath her fingertips but she couldn’t deny the lips on the back of her neck and the complete helplessness she felt. Only a few inches taller than her yet she knew he could overpower her. She faced the wall and felt his fingers trace an invisible line up the outside of her thigh. Without warning, he gripped her hip as his middle finger dug into her hip bone whilst his lips simultaneous glanced softly off of her shoulder. She leaned further into the wall as her brain apparently forgot to tell her knees to keep her upright and a surge of excitement coursed through her body.
He pulled back from her neck and watched her as his fingers pressed into her hip. He watched her breathing change as he explored her pressure point. The other hand holding hers to her side, he felt the slight tremor in her forearm, an involuntary reaction as she subconsciously wanted to intervene. He pinched the material of the dress and slowly raised it, paying attention to the slight gasp she tried to hide between breaths. Slow movements as his fingers passed the material to his palm repeatedly and inch by inch the bottom of her dress was raised and he enjoyed the way her back arched softly every time his fingers glanced her skin. He focused on her neck and knew he wanted his mouth there. He wanted to brush his lips against her collar bone and he looked forward to the effect it would have on her body. He gathered all the material of her dress and tucked it into her belt, leaving his hand free. His other hand forcing hers to spread out on the wall infront of her, their fingers interlocked as he stepped into her space and pushed her closer to the wall…
As he moved behind her closer, she felt him press against her ass and could smell his aftershave, something very familiar. With a quick movement, he used his foot to spread her feet wider and she would have lost balance if it wasn’t for the combination of his weight pinning her to the wall and his hand on her hip. She knew she was defenceless and knew he had all the power here his taunting was torture and she felt breath soft fingertips on the inside of her legs, starting behind her knee and tracing up. Her breath caught in her throat as if her body was momentarily paralysed and forgot to breathe and any memory of being stubborn was suddenly lost in her longing for his hands.
Leaning into her body with his fingers interlocked in her, with his palm over hers pressing into the wall above her head.
He moved his middle finger of his other hand, tracing an invisible spontaneous path up the inside of her thigh and felt her hand on the wall tighten beneath his as his finger traced the outline of her underwear. He could feel how wet she was through the thin material and sketched his finger slowly back and forth across the stretch of fabric. He moved his other hand and left hers on the wall, fingers spread and he suspected, mostly to keep balance. He gripped her hip hard and then let his hand slide up her body underneath her dress. Taking in and enjoying the curve of her body as her hips gave way to her stomach and ribs. He loved the curve of her and enjoyed the way that every time he hit a sensitive spot she would arch her back, let out a breath that he didn’t realise she was holding and press her ass into his groin. Which was completely giving him away at this point. His palm reached her bra and he could feel the swell of her breasts through the fabric. He changed his approach and dragged his fingers across the curve of her breast, feeling her nipple responding to his touch.
He let go of her completely and gripped her dress in both hands before vigorously pulling the entire thing up and over her head, leaving her exposed.
She felt her pulse quicken and she could almost hear the blood rushing through her veins as her hearing felt…full. She knew this was nerves and nothing more and desperately tried to calm herself by focusing on the dented paint directly in her line of sight.  |
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