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Seth
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Date Posted: 13:24:12 08/28/11 Sun
In reply to:
Nevaeh
's message, "†.Heaven.Sent.†" on 23:33:18 08/25/11 Thu
The slightest grunt of surprise escaped him as she pressed so adamantly against him, her cry of pleasure causing him to press back for a moment on pure instinct. He wasn't used to this level of... connection was the only word he could currently think of that properly described what was going on between them. It was like he knew exactly what to do for her, without then need to think or even try do it right, it just was. And she was obviously loving it! He doubted he'd ever be able to enjoy the company of another woman without Nevaeh's presence overshadowing it. Not that he'd really enjoyed most of his companions, they had been a means to an end or in a few cases a way to spend the time.
He smirked down at her as she boldly stated that she wasn't done showing off yet. His smirk widened into a grin as she slowly slid her bra off and tossed it to the floor, leaving him a perfect view of her breasts as she slipped her hands into his pants. His length sprung free of its confines with just a bit of help, throbbing once in her hand in appreciation of being freed. He hadn't been suggesting anything by his glance between her and her handy work, he'd just been admiring it. But either she didn't mind giving him a little attention, or she'd been planning on it anyways. Not that he was complaining as her soft hand stroked over his flesh, causing it to twitch again.
He bit back a groan as her soft mouth found his head, those skilled lips and talented tongue teasing him to the point of painful arousal. It felt like there was no more engorged he could get without hurting something, and it was nearly to the point that it honestly hurt. He couldn't help but smirk as she shifted off and admitted her need, all but tearing the remainder of her clothes off. He shifted his hips up and his thumbs hooked into the hem as he shoved both jeans and boxers down, kicking them clean off the bed with a smirk "Better, Love?" It was taking everything in his considerable store of self control not to simply flip her over and fuck her brains out. She seemed to be enjoying having the control here, and he'd been the one to give it to her, so he was going to keep himself from acting like a lust crazed boy and allow her to make the last call that would bring them both to, likely and explosive, release
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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