Her fingers dawdle over her own sex, rubbing with the gentle flats of her fingertips, surprising herself at how wet she is; she's felt it all day, but she ignored it. But now, as her fingers drift just inside her lips, probing with increasing pressure, she pays attention. She recognizes her feelings and scoffs at herself. She doesn't stop, no; she dips her fingers into her grasping walls, thrusting them deeply into her, her clitoris pulsing and pressing flush to her palm. She tries to push his image from her mind, replacing it with another, but it turns into him, his eyes, his lips, his hands, again and again and again, until she moans into her pillow, she cums into spreading fingers, she writhes in an exhausted fury.
The second night, he sleeps next to her, his arm curling around her, holding her as she weeps while dreaming, his soft whispers soothing her. He catches himself over and over inhaling her scent, burying his face in her hair, keeping his hips tilted as far from her body as possible, unwilling to give into his libido. She had spent the last few hours gasping out words through her tears, and he carried her again to her bed, laying down with her, urging her to sleep. She dreams in his arms.
The third night he starts to leave. She sees him, and she panics. It's not that she doesn't want to be alone (but she doesn't); it's that she doesn't want to be without him. She reaches for him, her hand gripping his forearm. He turns, sees her face and drops his bags, his hands empty for only a moment before cupping her face and pulling her to his lips. She lets out a soft sigh and submits to him, her body presses to his, molds to his. He steps forward, leaning her into the wall, his full lips hungry for her, sucking at her lips, dragging his tongue against her chin, seeking her neck, his hand grazing the side of her breast as it presses down her side. She moans, and he nips at her neck in response. Her hands tighten on his arms, gripping into him, feeling herself slipping against the wall; he slides his thigh between hers, anchoring her, holding her there, his eyes meet hers, twinkling, accompanied by his sly smile. She quells the nervous giggle and begins to undo his shirt.
Her full lips cover his chest as it's revealed to her, her tongue gliding against his skin, tasting it. He yanks the material away from his arms and cradles her head in his hands while she explores his skin, her teeth catching on first one, then the other nipple. His groan causes her to suck her full lips around the tight tiny bud and he chuckles, pushing her back off him, flattening her to the wall. She unconsciously rolls her hips, gasping softly at the sudden contact of her jean-covered young teen thumb against his own covered thigh, and glances up at him in surprise. His fingers begin to undo her own shirt, his mind urging him to grasp her breasts immediately upon exposure, but he waits, he undresses her slowly, revealing her smooth skin, her stomach, her shoulders, her arms. Her hands press flat to the wall and she almost starts to plead with him to touch her, but then he does.
Teasing her with fingertips against the curves of her breasts. He hears her breath catch but he ignores it, taking his time with her, sliding over every inch of her skin. Along the line of her jeans. Tracing her collarbone. One hand drifting up between her breasts, the other smoothing her hair back. Eyes watching her face. Hands making her tremble. She wavers against his leg and he knows she wants him.
Without having touched her erect nipples, he begins to undo her jeans, dropping his thigh down and easing her to the floor. Her hands move to his shoulders as he descends to his knees, sliding her pants down, her silent moans almost whimpering out of her, crazy with desire for his touch, for him. He lifts his eyes, and is met with her glistening shaved young teen thumb, full lips red, swollen, clitoris peeking through. His eyes flick up to hers and he grins, pressing his stubbled chin straight into her, pinning her ass to the wall. She presses back against him, sliding her young teen thumb right against his face, searching for his mouth to cover her. He relents, willingly, opening his mouth to cover her drenched young teen thumb, sucking, his tongue sloshing around her clitoris and lips, and she grips his shoulders, she clutches at him, nails digging already.
He drives his tongue into her young teen thumb, screwing it with his long strong tongue, his flicking her clitoris back and forth, her hips meet him, back and forth, up and down, in no time he has her writhing against the wall, against his mouth, and she starts to moan out loud already. So fast, he has taken her so fast to the edge of an orgasm that she hasn't felt in a long time. His hands are holding her thighs wide and hard to the wall, she feels the bruises already from his hands, she doesn't care, she growls for more, (don't stop, fuck fuck, yes, oh god yes….) her hands move from his shoulders to his hair, nearly ripping it from his scalp as he slurps at her young teen thumb, her sweet juices flowing steadily into his mouth, drenching his face, and she lifts up on her toes, her calves so tight, she thought she'd collapse. But he holds her, his hands and his face, balancing her there, her body shaking, slamming into the wall, her screams filling the kitchen. He doesn't want to stop, but he hears her, hears her sudden change of moans, changed to whimpers, he feels hot tears against his back and he releases her. She slips down to the floor and finds his lips, smiling through her tears, her hands fumbling for his pants, her tongue laps at her cum, covering his chin, her face getting red from his new whiskers. His hands circle her face and pushes her back from him.
"Are you ok?"
He chuckles, "Stupid question, sorry. But I mean, I hope that was ok. I didn't mean to…so fast…"
She laughs gently at his words, and nods, unable to speak, her eyes shining, focused on his kind face. She takes his hand and they rise; she leads him up the stairs and she finishes undressing him, her hands slipping around his cock, caressing his balls, fingers running the length of the shaft. She studies his cock, grips it softly and traces his skin. He shuts his eyes to her soft touch and rests his hands on her shoulders, full lips pressing to her forehead. Her thumb slips into the slit, smearing the wetness gathered there and he groans, softly, she hears it and she does it again, pressing, swirling around his penis head. Her tongue licks at her lips, almost by habit, and she grins, whispering, "Your turn, right?"
He starts a lame protest and she presses her fingers to his full lips before it slips through. In a moment, she's on her knees, her full lips swallowing his penis slowly, letting him feel each hard inch slide past her tight lips, her tongue meeting his thick prick as it stretches into her. He tries to pull back, afraid to thrust but she digs her hands into his cheeks and presses him forward, her throat gagging around his head and he groans, he grips into her hair and he holds her there before allowing her to pull back. His eyes watch her in thrilled surprise, watching as her red full lips stretch around his throbbing prick, the delight on her face as it fills her mouth, hearing her moans that almost drown his, (thinking this young teen thumb teen thumb loves this as much I do,) and he starts to fuck her. He fucks her mouth, testing each deeper and faster shove into her mouth, gauging her reaction, and becoming happily surprised with each suck in return, each hold by her muscles. She becomes the first young teen thumb teen thumb he's ever had make love to his cock.
All others seemed to just tolerate it until he came. He begins to drive his shaft into her, his hands gripping onto her head, holding it steady as he rams it deep and she moans around his penis and he gives her more. He feels her soft fingers slipping around his balls, she feels their tightness and she swallows him faster, she slides her fingers around his balls and coaxes them to release. Her ears perk at the deep growl and she shoves him deep into her mouth, drinking immediately at the cum the fills her, the thick hot cum shooting down her throat. He yanks back and fucks it back again, grunting, spilling more into her, watching as it drips from her full lips down onto her breasts and he shoves again, his body tense, his fingers tight in her hair. He sees her eyes watching him and they stare at each other, her tongue darting around his cock. He pulls out of her and lifts her, pressing her back onto the bed, dropping next to her. He pulls himself over her, hovering above her, his tongue lapping up her breasts, cleaning the cum from her. She giggles watching him, gasps for more as he grips his teeth around her nipples, tries to pull his head up to her full lips but he pins her hands above her head, holding her there.
"What kind of a young teen thumb teen thumb are you?"
She grins. "The kind who likes sex."
His eyes don't leave hers.
"Good."
He pushes her hands up and curls her fingers around the bars. She holds them tight, moaning as his tongue presses back down to her nipples, her body arching, raising up to his full lips for more, oh please more, she murmurs to him.
"Everything I have is yours," he whispers back. She weeps silently, knowing that dawn is theirs.
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