KristenLynn is the Mariah to my Nick Cannon. Except we're not married. Semantics.
Note the timestamp - pub crawl is over! You know what that means...
Edward is probably going to kill you... and then you're going to kill me. Welp.
/ he said: Hard to say anything when your mouth is this busy – 2:10 a.m. Location: Down Under.
I can't resist the urge to taste. And taste again. My knees are killing me from kneeling on the hardwood, but it's the best way for me to reach that perfect spot. I can take a little pain for this. For you. Besides, I can't fit on this midget love seat as easily as you can.
Slowly, I twist two fingers and gently push them inside, planting my other palm flat on your lower belly. I flick and flick my tongue, sometimes soft, and sometimes hard. Through it all, I pump my fingers into you, trying to coax a little mind-blowing pleasure out of that tender spot that makes you scream. When you clamp down around my fingers, I just want to do it all over again. Make you come again.
By the time you stop trembling and push my face away, my dick is about to rip through my fucking pants. If I don't get in you soon, it'll kill me.
I pull you up to a sitting position in front of me and kiss your belly, drag my lips up to your red little mouth, stopping to play with those reddened, needy nipples along the way. When I slide my arms around your back, they almost double back around you. I cup the side swells of your tits in my palms as I place my lips on your ear and breathe, "I wanna fuck you in your bed, Gorgeous." I press an open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear, savoring the way you shiver. Pulling back to look in your eyes, I whisper, "Let me in, Bella."
You look a little panicked, but your words disagree. "I'll let you in now."
I need more room than this to fuck you properly, and I tell you so. While your cheeks blaze pink, bright like a light bulb filament, you still seem panicked at my suggestion of moving this to your bed. However, I'm not that easily deterred. Just like I thought earlier this evening: I want to roll around with you in your sweet-smelling sheets, but I want to leave them smelling like us.
~HS:SS~
As George Takei says, "Ohh myyy."
I need another glass of wine. How 'bout you guys?
