A/n sorry about the long wait.. tons going on.. dont want to jinx it so I wont say anything about the possible award for Angel Lies .. lol.. I was feeling a little perverted.. I think its a great chap.. please review.. and speaking of reviews, much love and thanks to Raven for her review of Angel Lies at the writers coffee shop.. You are way too cool.. M
It had been a remarkable summer. I had taken her places she had never been before. Untightening her inexperience one night at a time. Charlie laid peacefully in his bed as I grinded against her, entranced by the way her thoughts described the feeling my cold stone body gave her.
Four nights before her birthday I had pushed the limits of her sexuality. She was wearing her sweat pants and the t-shirt with holes. I had licked on her nipple through one of them a few weeks before and it seemed like she had wore the shirt everyday since. She didn't even realize her sexual desire, since it was so new to her, and a lot of her decisions and actions were from the subconscience. So when I slid my hand down the front of her sweats and pushed past the sharp stubble of her pubic hair she spread her legs willingly and allowed my fingers ample room to play around down there. I was shaken by the way it made me feel. Although it looked perfectly fine my tool was still inactive, so the rush that usually struck down below pulverized my center and I winced at the rush of pleasure.
"Are you ok?" she questioned, grabbing ahold of my hand with her own.
"Yes," I said between gasps. "I have to do this." Without any hesitation I was sitting up on her bed, pulling her legs high above her, while tugging her sweats off revealing her perfection down below. I had seen this sight before, when I thought of her no more than a piece of meat, but this was so much better. With her knowledge and fears pulverizing my mind, the excitement of the view sent the wave back in to my chest and my face flexed with a recoil.
"Edward, don't push yourself." Her main fear was with me not able to control myself and killing her, but not because she would die, but because I would hurt myself in killing her. Such disregard for herself was nuts to me, but created even more of this attachment that I planned on breaking. I didn't let the thought hold me down and pushed her knees back towards her shoulder and dived in. The coldness of my tongue sliding up and down the lining of her entrance drove her wild and she slapped at the bed and used the other hand to muffle her mouth with her pillow. The taste of her actually did cause me to have a slight instance of a hunger fit so I decided to stop using my tongue and shifted to rubbing her clit with the tip of my fingers. Her eyes rolled with my caressing and I had to stop before it was too much for her. I was going to save her first orgasm for her birthday, when I hoped I would be fully recovered, something after that moment I had to be extremely vigilant about. After I touched her hee curiosity with her clitoris was consuming and she touched herself when no one was around. I was always there to shock her with my quick appearances. A few 'What's up's and 'You're acting funny's or a 'I wish I could read your mind' would sell her on my missing her little curiosity rubs. But before all of that, after experiencing my skills of pleasure for the first time, she surprised the both of us when she sat up and started to return the favor. I can't believe I'm doing this. Her thoughts echoed my own. I can't believe she's doing this.
As I'm sure the thought is going through all of your mind. Find out next time on Afternoon Moon...