Chapter 12
He whispered to her as he smoothed one hand over her bare hip and delicious roundness of her buttock, kneading, squeezing, and lifting her. While the fingers of his other hand slid into the nest of dark blond curls at the juncture of her thighs, seeking the heat and silken softness that lay beyond, he murmured against the shell of her ear—words of sex, words of praise. Quistis tried to catch her breath to whisper his name, but couldn't. He stroked her intimately, knowingly, wringing another gasp from her as he slid a finger into her heat to test her readiness. Her hips moved against the pressure of his hand, inviting him, begging him silently. Seifer raised his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her back arched ad she moved against him, thrusting her full breasts upward. She was a woman who wanted a man, wanted him, and her body was making no secret of it. She moved against his hand, caught up in sensation, the soft petals of her feminine cleft dewy and warm.
Desire roared inside Seifer like an inferno, pulsing in his groin. He pulled back from her and tore at his fastening of his jeans, fumbling with the button and struggling to get the zipper down over his erection. His manhood sprang free into Quistis's waiting hands. She closed her fingers around him, measuring the length and thickness of his shaft. She stroked downward, opening her hand to cup him gently, then drew her hand slowly back up, tightening her fingers until he was throbbing. He pulled in a breath as her thumb brushed across hi velvety tip, and Seifer lost what was left of his control. He had to have her now, sooner than now. He lowered Quistis onto her back and mounted her, attempting to enter her fully with a single thrust. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his back.
Seifer: Oh, sweet heaven. Take it all, baby. Please, please, Quistis! All of me!
Quistis: Oh, Seifer, I can't. You're too---
Seifer: Shh…just relax for me. Relax, it's gonna be alright. That's it. That's right.
She moved hesitantly beneath him, taking another inch, then tightening around him, taking him in to another level of ecstasy.
Seifer: You're tighter than a fist. Are you a virgin?!
He struggled to hold himself still against the gentle rippling of her woman's body as it adjusted to accommodate him. Quistis didn't answer him. She couldn't. She was beyond speaking. All she could think of was Seifer. All she could feel was Seifer, filling her, stretching her, kissing her. Her hands cupped his taut buttocks and pulled him deeper into her as she tilted her hips to accept him fully.
He whispered to her as he smoothed one hand over her bare hip and delicious roundness of her buttock, kneading, squeezing, and lifting her. While the fingers of his other hand slid into the nest of dark blond curls at the juncture of her thighs, seeking the heat and silken softness that lay beyond, he murmured against the shell of her ear—words of sex, words of praise. Quistis tried to catch her breath to whisper his name, but couldn't. He stroked her intimately, knowingly, wringing another gasp from her as he slid a finger into her heat to test her readiness. Her hips moved against the pressure of his hand, inviting him, begging him silently. Seifer raised his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her back arched ad she moved against him, thrusting her full breasts upward. She was a woman who wanted a man, wanted him, and her body was making no secret of it. She moved against his hand, caught up in sensation, the soft petals of her feminine cleft dewy and warm.
Desire roared inside Seifer like an inferno, pulsing in his groin. He pulled back from her and tore at his fastening of his jeans, fumbling with the button and struggling to get the zipper down over his erection. His manhood sprang free into Quistis's waiting hands. She closed her fingers around him, measuring the length and thickness of his shaft. She stroked downward, opening her hand to cup him gently, then drew her hand slowly back up, tightening her fingers until he was throbbing. He pulled in a breath as her thumb brushed across hi velvety tip, and Seifer lost what was left of his control. He had to have her now, sooner than now. He lowered Quistis onto her back and mounted her, attempting to enter her fully with a single thrust. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his back.
Seifer: Oh, sweet heaven. Take it all, baby. Please, please, Quistis! All of me!
Quistis: Oh, Seifer, I can't. You're too---
Seifer: Shh…just relax for me. Relax, it's gonna be alright. That's it. That's right.
She moved hesitantly beneath him, taking another inch, then tightening around him, taking him in to another level of ecstasy.
Seifer: You're tighter than a fist. Are you a virgin?!
He struggled to hold himself still against the gentle rippling of her woman's body as it adjusted to accommodate him. Quistis didn't answer him. She couldn't. She was beyond speaking. All she could think of was Seifer. All she could feel was Seifer, filling her, stretching her, kissing her. Her hands cupped his taut buttocks and pulled him deeper into her as she tilted her hips to accept him fully.
