Risks Love Scene
Tossing her hair back and out of her way, she placed her palm on his face as he kissed her lips, his mouth tasting lightly of cake and batter since she had intentionally given him an undercooked cake, knowing his tastes. She turned her body, adjusting herself in his lap as he reached under her legs, pulling her closer to the hardness that was forming underneath. Gasping out, she ground down, thankful for the yoga pants she was wearing that allowed her to feel every groove of his body, every touch of his hand. He was kissing her feverishly now, pulling his lips from hers and running them softly tracing her neck, sending chills down her spine as he moved down lower and lower, his lips now at her collarbone pecking there lightly, She threw back her head, breathing out with a slight moan, grinding into him further when she felt hands at her waist and a pull, the chill of the air conditioner hitting her bare skin as he yanked the tank top over her head, tossing it into the floor.
He had to laugh as he kissed his way to her chest, reaching behind to fumble for the clasp of her bra, as he felt her doing the same at his jeans. So amazing, he thought, this is all just so amazing, her, this, forever, he had to have to forever and the emotion of it all made him work faster, finally undoing the hooks and pulling the garment from her body, tossing it quickly aside. Reaching for her face to bring her lips to his once more, Daniel kissed her slowly, letting his hand drop from her cheek and cup her breast, running his thumb around the nipple. She moaned again, hands at his pants, jerking the zipper downward, so he pushed her back, reaching to help her, dragging the zipper the rest of the way and pulling his pants to the floor. He was hard and ready, reaching out for her to remove her impediments as well, pulling the black fabric downward and pulling her into his lap, but not onto him just yet.
"What are you doing?" she asked, naked, on his lap, so close, but he composed himself, slipping his fingers between her legs. She was drenched and ready, but he wanted to make this good for her, twice as good if he could.
"Trust me," he whispered back, guiding his wandering back to the front, pressing, rubbing, searching for his goal and finding it quickly, the hardness that was now rocking against his fingertips.
"Don't do that," she panted out but didn't stop the rocking, her face in ecstasy as her eyes met his.
"Trust me ja-wer," he repeated, reaching his free hand to her hip to pull her closer to him, not losing contact for a second. The rocking intensified and she began to moan, a familiar sound and he knew she was there, lifting her slightly as he slid into her body, that same guiding hand now pushing her onto his body. She was screaming now, not too loudly, enjoying the sensation from his gentle touch, Daniel watching her carefully as he ground her onto him, trying to focus on her pleasure while pleasuring himself. He felt her relax on him, finished, yet he didn't stop, reaching behind and lifting her up, still buried deep inside of her as he laid her onto the sofa, his grinding becoming a thrust, a slow, steady, methodical thrust.
He'd surprised her with that little climax, but now as he pumped in and out of her so strongly, his glasses falling off of his face, Adrienne's mind quickly forgot the first orgasm even if her body hadn't, her hips beginning to move with the pace of his drive. Arching her back, Adrienne clenched him inside of her, eliciting her favorite reaction from him in bed, that reaction where he couldn't believe that this was happening. Gently she reached up for his glasses, his pace slowing to allow her, folding them quickly and setting them on the floor out of the way, returning her gaze and her hands to his body. He thrust in once more, hard enough that he was pushing her back into the arm of the sofa when he pulled himself forward so that he was almost on his knees, reaching down again for that spot, that same hard spot as before.
"Oh god Daniel," she panted out, telling him that he was doing well, that he was going to have his way, sending her over the edge a second time. Rubbing quickly with his thumb, Daniel reached his other hand behind, pulling her onto him as he worked her into another frenzy, feeling her writhe underneath. She was close again, clenching his thickness inside of her once more, that tight clenching of the end and he waited for her face, for that last breath she always took, laying her down the moment he saw it, and slamming himself into her, feeling the squeeze, listening to her moan, watching her body, her breasts move under his frantic torso when he let go, yelling out himself, her fingers squeezing his hips tightly.
"Daniel!" she shrieked, pulling him further into her body, a request that he was glad to fulfill as he felt himself spill into her, the sweet release of his climax, a feeling he only felt with her, allowing himself to be completely vulnerable to her once more. The sensation ended, Daniel bracing himself with his palms, spent, but not wanting to crush his beautiful love.
"Dear God Indy," she gasped, still breathing heavily and he smiled, proud of himself.
"Yay me," he joked, sticking his tongue out like she always did, receiving a laugh in return. She giggled for a moment before reaching out her hand to his face again, bringing him low to kiss her, softly and quickly, nuzzling their faces together.