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Post by Becca Miller on Dec 30, 2018 18:44:09 GMT -8
"Wha?" she looked to him as he stopped, puzzled. Was he angry? She hardly recognized the look in his eyes. Perhaps it was determination. "Woah, hey, what?" Becca sputtered as he dragged her around like a rag doll into one of the long forgotten classrooms. What was happening? Her head spun a bit.
"What are you-mmph. Mmmm," she began before her legs turned to jelly beneath her. With her hands held over her head and her body pinned to the door, there wasn't much she could do. Not that he was using so much force that she couldn't get away if she wanted to. A well placed knee wouldn't even be necessary. But she didn't want to get away. "Wow," she said breathlessly against his mouth then nibbled his bottom lip before sweeping her tongue across it.
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Post by Gabriel Meridian on Dec 30, 2018 18:58:45 GMT -8
He shifted his hands so that one held both her wrists and the other one traveled down the cradle her face. When she said wow, he figured he was doing a good job at being spontaneous for once. He let her nibble his bottom lip and felt her tongue slide across it, but he gave chase, driving it back into her mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers, rubbing and twirling about inside.
She could easily break free from him if she wanted to, but something told him she didn't want to. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the left so that their noses weren't stuck together and in the way of each other. His mouth was demanding and hot, the hand that had been cradling her jaw was now traveling down her neck to her shoulder to her chest and then to her lower torso where it paused for a moment before continuing down toward the hem of her sweatshirt. His hand disappeared beneath it, his knuckles the first bit to touch her skin. She wasn't wearing anything beneath!
His hand traced it's way back up the way it came, sure to run his palm over her breast, feeling her pearl against his hand from the attention. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying this very much.
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Post by Becca Miller on Dec 30, 2018 19:31:26 GMT -8
One of the perks of having small breasts was getting away with not wearing a bra under thick, loose clothing. "Mmm," she sounded her approval as his hand roved over her very subtle curves. Her tongue rolled and curled and pushed against his in an artful dance. She could see it in her mind as a work of art, passionate reds swirled together with bold pinks and fiery oranges. One knee lifted, her jean-clad thigh rubbed against the outside of his thigh. More colors joined the fray of paints in her head. Skin tones. Winding around and around each other.
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Post by Gabriel Meridian on Dec 30, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -8
He could feel her leg rubbing against his and that merely egged him further on, his hand moving over her other breast now, not wanting them to have to compete for treatment. He let his fingertips roll over her nipple and back down her stomach. His hand played at the waistband of her jeans, popping the button at the top with surprising ease, almost as if he had been practicing.
His mouth finally pulled away from hers for a moment, a smile on his face, "You are all mine," he said in a confident, commanding tone as he leaned back in and reclaimed her mouth in the name of Gabe! His tongue pushed it's way past the guardians of her teeth and frolicked with its mate. He suckled on her bottom lip before releasing it with an audible popping noise.
His hand had unzipped her jeans while his mouth was doing all the talking, his hand slipping beneath the denim to feel her against her underwear.
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Post by Becca Miller on Dec 30, 2018 20:37:58 GMT -8
Becca had seen glimpses of this confident, assertive Gabe here and there. She knew he was in there and was glad he came out to play. When he announced she was all his, her teeth clamped onto her bottom lip as she nodded. More swirls and splashes of red, pink, and orange appeared in her mind as their tongues resumed wrestling.
Her pulse quickened as her pants came unsnapped and unzipped. Then he slipped his hand between her jeans and boy shorts. It was as if someone tossed an entire bucket of violet paint onto her brain canvas. She gasped ever-so-softly, pressing forward against his fingers.
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Post by Gabriel Meridian on Dec 30, 2018 20:47:13 GMT -8
He felt her press forward against his fingers so he began to rub, a little to the right, his other hand still holding her wrists in place, but was getting bored, and wanting to see his girlfriend stripped bare. He backed away from the kiss and whispered, "No touchy," before he pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head, letting it sit behind her head but around her shoulders, effectively making a soft arm cuff.
It left his hand to explore her torso, while his left hand continued to rub against her in her jeans. His right hand managed to make it down to her waistband and pushed at it, trying to make them fall down without having to yank them down, but he would if he had to.
His mouth left hers and kissed her chin and down onto her neck where he spent some time suckling and nibbling, knowing he wouldn't leave a hickey, but also knowing she loved the contact. Once he had achieved the blurring of the line between pleasure and pain he continued moving his mouth down her body, stopping by her breasts to flick his tongue out around her nipples before kissing straight down her sternum and headed for her underpants.
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Post by Becca Miller on Dec 30, 2018 21:19:39 GMT -8
Becca was too surprised to move a muscle as he removed her sweatshirt from only her torso. If she wanted to, she could easily pull her arms from the sleeves and escape the makeshift restraint, but she didn't want to. Her pants fell easily off her slim hips and legs with minimum effort. Now she was 'cuffed' at both ends. There was no helping her movements timed to the rhythm of his fingers. It was all instinct and boy was she glad she had those instincts. The veritable rainbow of colors spinning and splashing in her mind continued, the skin tones becoming more prominent, swimming in the other colors in a seemingly random but choreographed dance. Bursts of purple popped up here and there as he touched and tasted her skin. Especially the skin of her neck and breasts.
Both feet now on the floor, her knees locked. Otherwise, she'd crumple to the floor. The moonlight filtering through the windows cast curious shadows on them and the walls, shadows that started mixing in with the moving painting in her head. Her fingers clenched around the cuffs of her sleeves as his lips traveled further and further south. When he reached her navel, she whimpered, another bright slosh of purple hitting the mental masterpiece.
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