Broken Barely Beating, My Heart Silently Loves You ch22
Note: This Chapter and the next contain descriptions of a sexual nature, this fiction has already been rated 17+ but I felt it important to warn you all anyway. If you are underage or uncomfortable please stop reading. And for those of you who continue I wrote this a long time ago and if its not good hey...I was new-ish to smut.
Connor touched Faith's face looking into her eyes deeply, trying to wake himself up. To try to figure out if he was dreaming. What a cruel dream! To tease him, her every movement and scent breathing life back into his broken
spirit, making him glorious and the idea that it may not be real. It was too much to bear. Faith looked into his deep baby blues, almost paralysed in front of her. What was he doing? She needed him, so badly. She needed release, she needed him, she needed to forget, more importantly she wanted to forget. She'd seen her fair share of animosity and despair and she figured life was just too short to be intoxicated by feelings that made your heart hurt. She put her hand on his chest and felt his suppressed panicked breathes, she looked at him: "Connor, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here...everything's fine," she said smoothly and to further show her point she slowly kissed from his shoulder up his neck and jaw then kissed his pouted lips. Connor shook what felt like ice of his muscles and came on top of Faith on the bed, gently kissing her while running his hands around her beautiful body.
Greatly appreciating those heavenly curves, her firm thighs and breasts, her smooth milky skin, Faith was almost perfect. Forget that. She was perfect and he couldn't not love her. He thought it was impossible, he hated her at times no question, but he still loved her.
Faith pulled at Connor's hair to be certain he was looking at her, that he wasn't completely losing himself as he fell into a fantasy with her. Some kind of change was taking place, something was lifting. They felt like they hadn't seen each other for days. Connor kissed Faith's thighs admiring them
almost in a trance: "I missed you, Faith." "Yeah I missed you too," she replied as Connor pulled her pants of completely leaving her in only her tank top and thong, him still only with a towel that tickled Faith's skin and aroused her almost as much as his slow hands and lips. She arched her back so that her legs were up, allowing Connor to easily remove her thong, which he looked at momentarily before throwing it away. Faith rolled her eyes at such a sight and smiled seductively at Connor who was quite happily already ravaging her body with his hands and eyes. He could be so wild sometimes. She'd feel naked when she was out with him. Anywhere they went, didn't matter who with. One look and her clothes were gone. He undressed her with his hungry eyes. There was something intense and romantic about that, no one had ever wanted her the way that Connor did. And he wasn't always graceful in showing it, which was surprisingly cute. But she had to admit most of the time he was cool, and full of an attitude that rivalled hers.
Connor began to kiss further up Faith's thighs until he came to her clitoris, then he became agonisingly slow, licking, kissing, and twirling his tongue. Savouring each second, hearing her moan above him as her thighs tightened under the arousal. She told him that most guys hadn't done that to her at least not without her requesting it, but Connor always went for without any need of hints. He loved her face and smell as she came, and he would always do everything and anything to ensure that she would. And if he was angry with her at the time he'd just tease her growing appetite once she was aroused, refusing to continue with their intercourse properly holding back before letting go. Yes they played games, mind games, and had play fights. It wasn't exactly hidden they were both wild and immature in bed. Not that they didn't have imitate sex. It was just that they were equal they played they had fun and they didn't worry about their behaviour, it was such a release.
Faith moaned and pulled at the sheets, rising at his every touch and whining for him. Connor laughed inwardly, Faith was never this subservant or open, only when he was playing with her body. When he was in her, or teasing/working her clit. Sure they had other moments. Other intimate moments outside of sex. But it wasn't his Faith to be like that. She was wild and free. He loved that...and he really just said his Faith was she his again. The uncertainty grinded inside her stomach as he looked up at his partner, pushing herself up against the bed-frame expectedly so they could go upright on their knees. It was one of her favourite positions that way their was no real fight about who was on top getting to do most of the work.
Not that it wasn't sometimes fun to wrestle and flip to control each other he pushed up against her body and she checked to see that his cock was up with her hand, seeing if she needed to come down on him but there was no need. He was already aroused and ready to go, she looked at him and laughed: "What are you waiting for Tiger?". He could smell the salt coming off her body a signature of sweat mixed in with her sweet scent of arousal and fermones. It was irresistible.
Note: This Chapter and the next contain descriptions of a sexual nature, this fiction has already been rated 17+ but I felt it important to warn you all anyway. If you are underage or uncomfortable please stop reading. And for those of you who continue I wrote this a long time ago and if its not good hey...I was new-ish to smut.
Connor touched Faith's face looking into her eyes deeply, trying to wake himself up. To try to figure out if he was dreaming. What a cruel dream! To tease him, her every movement and scent breathing life back into his broken
spirit, making him glorious and the idea that it may not be real. It was too much to bear. Faith looked into his deep baby blues, almost paralysed in front of her. What was he doing? She needed him, so badly. She needed release, she needed him, she needed to forget, more importantly she wanted to forget. She'd seen her fair share of animosity and despair and she figured life was just too short to be intoxicated by feelings that made your heart hurt. She put her hand on his chest and felt his suppressed panicked breathes, she looked at him: "Connor, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here...everything's fine," she said smoothly and to further show her point she slowly kissed from his shoulder up his neck and jaw then kissed his pouted lips. Connor shook what felt like ice of his muscles and came on top of Faith on the bed, gently kissing her while running his hands around her beautiful body.
Greatly appreciating those heavenly curves, her firm thighs and breasts, her smooth milky skin, Faith was almost perfect. Forget that. She was perfect and he couldn't not love her. He thought it was impossible, he hated her at times no question, but he still loved her.
Faith pulled at Connor's hair to be certain he was looking at her, that he wasn't completely losing himself as he fell into a fantasy with her. Some kind of change was taking place, something was lifting. They felt like they hadn't seen each other for days. Connor kissed Faith's thighs admiring them
almost in a trance: "I missed you, Faith." "Yeah I missed you too," she replied as Connor pulled her pants of completely leaving her in only her tank top and thong, him still only with a towel that tickled Faith's skin and aroused her almost as much as his slow hands and lips. She arched her back so that her legs were up, allowing Connor to easily remove her thong, which he looked at momentarily before throwing it away. Faith rolled her eyes at such a sight and smiled seductively at Connor who was quite happily already ravaging her body with his hands and eyes. He could be so wild sometimes. She'd feel naked when she was out with him. Anywhere they went, didn't matter who with. One look and her clothes were gone. He undressed her with his hungry eyes. There was something intense and romantic about that, no one had ever wanted her the way that Connor did. And he wasn't always graceful in showing it, which was surprisingly cute. But she had to admit most of the time he was cool, and full of an attitude that rivalled hers.
Connor began to kiss further up Faith's thighs until he came to her clitoris, then he became agonisingly slow, licking, kissing, and twirling his tongue. Savouring each second, hearing her moan above him as her thighs tightened under the arousal. She told him that most guys hadn't done that to her at least not without her requesting it, but Connor always went for without any need of hints. He loved her face and smell as she came, and he would always do everything and anything to ensure that she would. And if he was angry with her at the time he'd just tease her growing appetite once she was aroused, refusing to continue with their intercourse properly holding back before letting go. Yes they played games, mind games, and had play fights. It wasn't exactly hidden they were both wild and immature in bed. Not that they didn't have imitate sex. It was just that they were equal they played they had fun and they didn't worry about their behaviour, it was such a release.
Faith moaned and pulled at the sheets, rising at his every touch and whining for him. Connor laughed inwardly, Faith was never this subservant or open, only when he was playing with her body. When he was in her, or teasing/working her clit. Sure they had other moments. Other intimate moments outside of sex. But it wasn't his Faith to be like that. She was wild and free. He loved that...and he really just said his Faith was she his again. The uncertainty grinded inside her stomach as he looked up at his partner, pushing herself up against the bed-frame expectedly so they could go upright on their knees. It was one of her favourite positions that way their was no real fight about who was on top getting to do most of the work.
Not that it wasn't sometimes fun to wrestle and flip to control each other he pushed up against her body and she checked to see that his cock was up with her hand, seeing if she needed to come down on him but there was no need. He was already aroused and ready to go, she looked at him and laughed: "What are you waiting for Tiger?". He could smell the salt coming off her body a signature of sweat mixed in with her sweet scent of arousal and fermones. It was irresistible.