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He was kissing her so deeply. Tongues tangled lightly. She loved the way that he would quickly run the tip of his about her lips. Grazing them with soft, moist, touch. It tingled in a way that left her distracted and buzzing with mute excitement. He smelled of soap, and shaving cream of some sort. Clean with a hint of spice. The sent made her feel secure.
He’d backed her against the wall, pressed her back, step by step, with his weight, until leaning into her, his body now held hers captive against the bricks. When the fun had started, she’d playfully put her hands on his shoulders to push him back. He’s simply clasped her wrists and pulled them over her head as he stepped forward. It was frustrating, but also exciting at once to have happen. For a bit he’d held each arm pinned with one of his own strong hands. But at some point, “When?” she wondered, during that lingering kiss, he’d managed to take both into a single handed grasp, and now firmly held them crossed at the wrist. Pull as she would, they would not come free from his solid hold.
She gasped in surprise as his free hand slid beneath the cotton T-shirt she had slept in, and with deft strokes of his fingers began to trace random patterns upon her ribs, slowly spiraling up from her waist to her breasts. It was soft, but it was so tickly on her dry skin. She laughed into his mouth, and twisted her body in a sidestep dance to escape as best she could.
In response his hips pressed into hers. Pinning her firmly to the wall, ending all chance of escape. She could feel his hardness pressed between them through his jeans, and her over long T. Knowing that she excited him so, always aroused her in return. She felt a hot flush begin to spread through her body, and she put more into the kiss, hungry, needing more. She so wanted to hold him. The tickling stair stepped slowly upwards rib by rib.
His insistent hand, to her surprise, had not nestled itself into her open and exposed, and very ticklish, armpit. Instead it had come to be splayed across the side of her left breast, exposed and helpless under her sleep-shirt. Deliciously, her hardened nipple was being pressed upon by his open palm, and she arched her back, and jiggled as best she could, to rub it harder against the gentle pressure. It sent wonderful, little throbs of pleasure through her whenever she could manage to make a effective contact against the hand. She wanted more, for him to stroke it, pull it. To send her gasping and shivering. However, the distraction she got came from his other fingers. They were slowly circling, and stroking the full globe of her breast. Swirling off to the ribs, in sudden bursts. Making long traces back around to her side, and down underneath, to the sensitive underside that was usually safe and protected within her bras.
She couldn’t stop giggling deep in her throat. The laughter seemed to well up like water from a spring. The sounds escaped her around the kiss. His explorations pushed all the right buttons. He’d pulled back from the kiss and ran his tongue across her lips, leaving them tingling, and kissed down her jaw line with soft nips, as her soft laughter spilled into his ear. He nuzzled her neck, and whispered how he liked the sounds she was making into her ear.
The weight felt so good. She felt good under his pressure. The hand, his mouth, his cock, the whispers in her ear, all pushed against her. All warm, taking, and showing desire. She noticed that there were gasps in her breathing, now a counterpoint to the mirthful laughter she couldn’t stop or control. She couldn’t still her hips from swaying. The wall was holding her up as much as pinning her now. Need, hot and deep, kept her moving.
She’d just come down to find some breakfast. This was a much better hunger to find, and sate. The day was starting well.
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