No Emotion Involved

Disclaimer; Not mine.

I sat on my couch at home, watching a cheesy game show. I'd spent the last half hour trying to convince my mom to work late tonight – Gunther was coming over later. She'd been suspicious, but after a while, she figured she could use the extra money and decided to go ahead and take an extra shift.

I got off of my couch, and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I took a deep breath and started taking off my clothes. I looked down at myself, from my feet to my breasts, then pushed away any vivid images of Gunther seeing what I was seeing now, and climbed into my shower.

I lathered myself with soap, then rinse, then repeated again. When I was sure I was fuly soaked with water, I took out the waxing strips mym mom had gotten for me a few weeks ago – I'd never been bothered to use them until now.

When I was done waxing my legs, I decided to try to do my arms too, when that went succesfully, I looked down at my pelvic area. After getting out of the shower and stepping into the cold air, rummaging around in the medicine cabinet, and finding a lady razor, I climbed back into the shower, and started to shave my pubic hair.

When I was completely bare, I raised m

When I was completely bare, I raised my hands, and did my underarms too. Great, I thought as I wrapped my bathrobe around me, Now I think I'm ready. I didn't know why I was going to theese lengths to prepare myself for Gunther. I mean, its not like I care about what he thought of how I looked. All I cared about was his dick, and that was it.

I went into my bedroom, and sat on my bed in my bathrobe. I was so glad I had the house to myself tonight. Mom was working, Flynn was at Henry's, and life was good.

My head jerked upwards when I heard the doorbell ring. This was it.

I suddenly decided that I didn't want t answer the door in nothing hut a bathrobe – I'd seem too eager. I ran to my room and pulled on the first things I could find – denim shorts and a pink tank top. Unfortunately, in my rush, I didn't put on any underwear. Well, unfortunately for me, extremely fortunate for Gunther.

The diirbell rang once more just before I opened the Gunther was standing there – he was wearing a black tee shirt and blue denim jeans.

"Hey," I said lamely.

"Hi." He replied. I stood there, just staring at him, and he spoke up, "Are you gonna let me it,or would you prefer to do it in the hallways?"

I rolled my eyes, and walked back into the house, signalling for him to follow.

I went to the sink to get a glass of water and calm my nerves, facing the sink, I started to talk. "So hows this going to work, I mean do I have to buy you dinner or someth—"

"CeCe," He cut me off, I turned around, surprised to see he had silently moved to stand behind me.

"Y – yeah?..." I was stammering – so pathetic.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, I responded eagerly enough, pressing mine against his, he slid his tongue aginst my lips, and I took the hint and opened my mouth, and we began the battle for dominance.

I won, hands down, and pinned his tongue underneath mine. He growled softly, and wraooed my arms up around his neck.

He brought his hands down to my ass, playing with the shorts I was wearing, then, wothout warning, lifted me up off the ground. I smiled against his lips and ground my hips into his, pleased when I felt the bulge in between his legs.

He stopped kissing me and moved his lips lower, down to my neck and sucked gently on my collarbone. I let out a whimper, and I felt him smile. His lips moved up to my earlobe, and then he started walking over in the direction of my room. He layed me down on my bed, and he sat down beside me, then leaned down and continued kissing me.

He ended up on top of me, but still supporting his weight with his hands, I raised my own hands and started to unbuckle his belt, he smiled and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Eager, are we?"

"No," I growled back.

I unbuckled his belt easily, and then took out the button on his jeans. He grabbed my hands before I could remove his jeans.

"What the fuck, Gunther?"

"I've always wanted to hear you beg,"

"What?"

"You know, the tough-girl act you put on. It doesn't fool me. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you."

Had he lost it? I never begged. Ever. Especially not for Gunther.

"No fucking way."

"Then no fucking chance."

"Of what?"

"Of you reaching orgasm tonight – unless, of course, you do it alone."

He got up to leave, and I grabbed his arm. "No! – Wait."

"For what?"

"I'll beg," I muttered.

"'What? I didn't hear you." Though the grin on his face said otherwise.

"I said I'll beg,"

He sat on my bed. "Well go ahead." He said with a grin that made me want to fuck him and slap him at the same time.

I took a deeo breath. Might as well get it over with. "Please," I said, looking into his eyes.

"Please what?" He asked.

"Fuck me."

"Gladly."

He leaned forward and our lips collided once again. He raised the hem of my top, and took it of easily, only breaking the kiss for a second.

"Eager, are we?" I asked, mimicing his words.

"Very," He muttered, pulling off my shorts. He gasoed when he saw I wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I smirked. "Close your, mouth, you're drooling."

He stood up off the bed and unbuckled his jeans – again – then pulled them off. He went to remove his boxers, and I stopped him "Allow me," I whispered.

I pulled his boxers down slowly, and he kicked them off. I stopped and stared at his erect dick.

"Gunther … wow," I said, before lifting a hand an dragging a finger from the base of it to the tip. He clenched his fists and hissed, so I must've been doing something right.

I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed lightly, pulling it slowly upwards. He threw his head back and groaned, "CeCe … faster."

I nodded, and started pumping his dick as fast as I could, getting more and more confident as I heard his moans and groans.I saw precum ooze out of the tip, and I spread it ove rthe rest of his dick, using it as a lubricant. He stopped me, pulling my hand away.

"I don't want to come too soon," And I smirked, feeling a little big headed that I'd nearly made Gunther come.

I stood up, and he stared at me. "CeCe…" He sighed. "Yeah?"

"You're … you're beautiful."

I stared at him. This was supposed to be about the sex, and only the sex – no compliments involved. No emotion involved.

"Um, thanks. You… You're not too bad yourself," I muttered, slightly embarassed.

He walked over to me and put his hand on my cheek, and kissed me again, it started out gentle, but it got rougher, hands were tangled in hair, bodies rubbing against each other.

"Gunther," I gasped "I want it – now."

He nodded andlay me on the bed, straddling me. He guided his dick towards my cunt, and pushed it in. My ex was no where near as big as this, and Gutnehrs size made it uncomfortable at first.

"Gunther," I gasped, "Quit trying to be gentle. Fuck me. Hard."

He nodded, and pulled out, slamming into me again, as harid as he could. He reached down, and carresed my right breast, the pinched my nipple – I jumped. Then moaned.

He thusted harder. "CeCe, I think – I'm going to…" I understood.

"Me too," He reached down, and rubbed firmly on my clit, and I screamed.

"Gutnher, Gunther, ohhh, fuck yes." I looked up at him, and he was covered in sweat, and then I came, loudly. My orgasm triggered his, maybe because of my vaginal walls contracting around his dick.

"Oh, fuck, CeCe." I gasped as he came.

"I love you," I whispered, on my orgasm high.

"I love you too."

But… I thought it was just about the sex? Review!

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