I apologize profusely for putting this up so late in the day. It's been One of Those Days. Running late all day. When I realized that I had three appointments scheduled with three different people at three different places--and that I had left my phone in the Boy Toy's bed--I decided to re-read each episode of The Perfect Storm with my little turquoise slant-headed vibe from Candida's collection. I promise to look up vibe's name and share that info tomorrow....
Lesson of the day: Break-ups are so much more effective if you leave nothing behind that must be retrieved--and Kimmie Rocks.
THE PERFECT STORM...
He stopped, still holding her head, and stared straight into her eyes, his forehead touching hers. His eyes were as intense as his kisses. She could feel a thin line of sweat between them where their heads were touching. He brought his lips forward and kissed her so gently and sweetly, foreheads still together. She brought her hands up to his on either side of her face, feeling his big strong knuckles, so much larger than her own, and the light hair on the backsof his hands, the opposite of her own soft ones. Oh god he was so handsome, so masculine. There wasn’t another man in the world who was made for her like this. She kissed him back, willing her attraction through her lips into his.
He pulled away abruptly. She took an awkward side-step to catch her balance. Faster than she realized, he whipped his hand around and smacked her ass. She smiled at him wickedly, head down, looking up at him like a bull about to attack. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, shoving her toward his bedroom. She giggled, turning to walk down the hall. Whack! He spanked her again. And again. She squealed and laughed, trying to protect herself as he herded her down the hall with his hand.
Her ass was beginning to smart, but he hadn’t slowed down. He tossed her onto the bed and smacked her again, this time diving into her neck for another bite as well. She squirmed under him, laughing as she tried to keep him out of her neck, squealing each time he either made it through and bit her or gave up and smacked her ass again. She was twisted up inside, completely turned on, scared and excited all at the same time. He totally had her on a roller coaster, flipping and turning, never knowing what to expect next.
And then he stopped. He pinned her to the bed, stretching over her entire body, twining his fingers into hers. This time when he kissed her, she felt it to her toes. It was exactly right. His lips on hers, his erection digging into her hip, his chest pressing down into hers, his heat spreading over her like a blanket. She lifted her head, kissing him back, taking in the moment, this perfect moment of being with this incredibly sexy man, the anticipation of their history together built up behind them, between them and all over them. She was floating and grounded at the same time, her head lost in dizzy waves of lust, yet still watching them together from outside herself, their beautiful bodies creating living art on the satin comforter. She ran her hands up over his ass, picturing her long fingers sliding over his jeans, her fingernails lightly dragging over the skin of his back as she slipped them under his shirt and up to his shoulders. She knew that ass was a fine thing to look at, and his skin felt so good against hers.
He lifted off of her to pull her shirt up over her head. She went for his buttons, wanting him to be just as naked as she was. She slid her hands up his arms to slip his shirt over his shoulders, then back down his chest. She loved the rough feel of his sparse chest hair under her fingers. He laid back on top of her, the bare skin of his stomach against her now, bare arms sliding back and forth across each other. She felt her kisses getting more insistent. Her body was done messing around now, done playing and teasing. Her body wanted more.
He ignored her impatience, kissing her long and slow and deliciously. He was so good, making her wait, making her lie there and take more teasing, more tension, more lovely tantalizing anticipation. He put his head down to her cleavage, kissing and licking right to the edges of her bra. God, she wanted out of that thing. His tongue flicked and tickled, raising goose bumps on her arms. She ran her fingers up the back of his head through his hair, scraping her nails lightly down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He pulled up onto his elbows, bringing his hands forward to cup her breasts into his face, squeezing them as he lifted the skin just enough to make her nipples pop out the top of her bra. He looked up at her, smiling, and used his teeth to grab one, biting down gently. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as he twisted the small bit of skin back and forth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
He moved to the other, setting that side on fire as well. She wanted him in her mouth so badly, but she was held captive by her nipples. Just then, he sat up. But just as she was about to dive toward his crotch, he flipped her onto her stomach, sitting on her ass. He snapped open her bra, sliding it off so she was finally free of it. He ran his fingers up and down her back, giving her shivers. His fingers tickled and played over her skin, digging into the back of her neck, sliding down her spine, rubbing her lower back. Then she felt him tracing the edge of her waistband, running his fingers around to the front. She lifted her hips slightly, happy to help rid herself of more clothing. He pulled down, but not all the way off, stopping just past her ass, leaving it bare and exposed with her legs still trapped.
Her heart skipped a beat and started pounding. Oh god, what was this? She could still feel the heat of his previous punishment, now cooling in the air. Her fingers wrapped into the bedding, prepared for anything, having no idea what was coming next. He was humming, his fingers still trailing around on her back. Oh god, oh god, she thought. This could be bad.
She smiled into the pillow.
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