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INSPIRATION: Ride byAngelWings14530. After I read this I had the sudden urge to write ButchBubbles naughtiness. Thank you so much!
Need
His heat is like a volcano.
We brush against each other and he pushes himself into me, crushing me against the wall as I try to crush myself against him. My hands tug on his dark hair as he grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his waist.
I feel pain and pleasure. Need and want. It's suffocating me. I try to let it out by pulling him down because I can't reach his lips as firmly as I want to because of his height. He moves away with a quick laugh.
"Heh."
He pins my hands above my head and I lean into him, bringing my other leg up so I can be as close as can be. He keeps my wrists in one hand as he grips my bottom to lift me a little higher. Our height difference means nothing now.
"Butch!" I'm breathless. I can't think. I need… I need…
"I know baby."
He lightly sucks on my neck, rhythmically moving into me whenever I make a sound he likes. He's teasing me, wanting me to beg. I've never felt so alive, so hot. Even being sick with a fever was nothing like his body heat all around me, sinking into me.
"You're so evil…"
He laughs and swallows my lips with his own. "I wouldn't know about that. You're driving me nuts."
"More." I demand. I can't wait anymore, not with his grip toying with the small area where my bottom and inner thigh meet. Not when he's holding my hands. Not when he's restricting my movements so he can have full control over what he does to my body. Not when he moves us in such an intimate dance my eyes flutter closed and my mouth lets out breathy cries that I can't control.
Butch groans into my mouth. He gives in; dropping his arm to grip my hips, pulling me closer to his hardness. I arch so violently away from the wall I briefly think we'll fall to the ground, but he regains control as I grip his shoulders. I hug him closer as we explore each other's mouths.
"Now…Now. Please! Pleasepleaseplea – ah!"
I forgot how easy it was for him to go from teasing me to giving me deep pleasure. My sky blue dress and matching underwear was never tricky for him to get around. Not like I tried to make it difficult...
I became frantic. My body tensing around him as I felt the pleasure build. I moaned louder. "Faster! Faster faster fasterfasterfast… oh god!"
My body clamps down around him. I whimper as I ride out the last moments. Butch doesn't last long after I do. His touch is bruising from where he's holding me up and his breathing is as harsh as mine is. He nips at my neck as we recover.
This is what we do. We're addicted to each other, impatient and eager. We give each other secret signals. Flirt while pretending to not exist to each other. We're only ever honest when we're too passionate to lie.
"Again?" He wriggles an eyebrow at me. I giggle breathlessly. I love how Butch reads my mind.
"Again!"