Ohia_Lehua
Really Really Experienced
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"What you were going to do?" Joss' eyebrows lifted in question wanting to know what it was that he was going to do to her. She was sad that he was skipping over it because she had a real good feeling she would have loved it. But there would next time to do all the things that they didn't get to do this time. And Joss more then happily returned the kiss that he gave her. He teased her with just a brush of his lips against hers but before Joss could ask for more Trent leaned down and kissed her the way she wanted him to kiss her. Lips pressed together, tongue against tongue in a erotic dance and teeth grazing assuring puffy kiss sore lips later.
"Oh-ahh!" Trent took Joss by surprise and everything froze for one bliss filled moment. It had been far too long for her and having him enter her this way was almost too much. A tear came to her eyes and rolled down her cheek as she body tightened and shivered in her first orgasm in god only knows how long. "Trent." Joss choked his name and held his face to look at him as small waves of pleasure crashed down on her. Being stretched and filled by a man that she knew wanted her and she wanted in return was a feeling she had lost long ago. "Trent." She whispered his name reaching up to kiss him on the lips.
NEED this. Hadn't she already shown him that? Joss smiled arching her back and groaning. "This already is special." She told him locking eyes with him.
For a moment she just laid there motionless just living in the feel of Trent slowly slide in and out of her. Memorizing the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the sound of his breathing and the slick sound of him entering her. How was this already the best sex of her life? Was it Trent or the fact that it had just been that long and for longer then that more of a chore? Either way Joss was enjoying this more then she could describe and she wanted Trent to feel the same way.
Every move that Trent made was met with a movement from Joss. When he slide in she lifted her hips. When he pulled out she cried at the loss of him and moaned in ecstasy when he filled her again. But it was more then that. Trent kisses were met with burning passion and for every touch he gave her, she gave him. Her hand running through his hair, down his cheek, along his jaw, down his neck and following his arm to link her fingers in his.\
As Trent moved faster Joss started to loose some of her control as she rolled her hips in circles to grind against him as he thrust into her. Her hand on his back clung to him fiercely, nail lightly biting into his skin. Not deep enough to break skin but enough that he felt it. Joss wasn't going to hurt Trent, she had no reason to and more then anything else she didn't want to do something that would cause him to stop.
"Trent." Joss sighed his name at the feel of him thrust all the way into her and the fell of his sack against her ass. "You can't imagine how this feels." Of course he could but she was lost how he was making her feel and the tingling that raised the hairs on her body. Her hands relaxed on his back and moved up to capture his face so she could kiss him and fell the stubble of his beard hair under her hands.
Everything about Trent was masculine. From the way he held his body and walked, to the smell of him and the feel of him, every last bit of him. This was how a man should make love to a woman. "I'm lost and I never want to be found." Joss laughed against Trent's lips kissing him again sweetly. Remembering how he had wanted to get lost in her and how she felt as if she were the one lost in him.
"Oh-ahh!" Trent took Joss by surprise and everything froze for one bliss filled moment. It had been far too long for her and having him enter her this way was almost too much. A tear came to her eyes and rolled down her cheek as she body tightened and shivered in her first orgasm in god only knows how long. "Trent." Joss choked his name and held his face to look at him as small waves of pleasure crashed down on her. Being stretched and filled by a man that she knew wanted her and she wanted in return was a feeling she had lost long ago. "Trent." She whispered his name reaching up to kiss him on the lips.
NEED this. Hadn't she already shown him that? Joss smiled arching her back and groaning. "This already is special." She told him locking eyes with him.
For a moment she just laid there motionless just living in the feel of Trent slowly slide in and out of her. Memorizing the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the sound of his breathing and the slick sound of him entering her. How was this already the best sex of her life? Was it Trent or the fact that it had just been that long and for longer then that more of a chore? Either way Joss was enjoying this more then she could describe and she wanted Trent to feel the same way.
Every move that Trent made was met with a movement from Joss. When he slide in she lifted her hips. When he pulled out she cried at the loss of him and moaned in ecstasy when he filled her again. But it was more then that. Trent kisses were met with burning passion and for every touch he gave her, she gave him. Her hand running through his hair, down his cheek, along his jaw, down his neck and following his arm to link her fingers in his.\
As Trent moved faster Joss started to loose some of her control as she rolled her hips in circles to grind against him as he thrust into her. Her hand on his back clung to him fiercely, nail lightly biting into his skin. Not deep enough to break skin but enough that he felt it. Joss wasn't going to hurt Trent, she had no reason to and more then anything else she didn't want to do something that would cause him to stop.
"Trent." Joss sighed his name at the feel of him thrust all the way into her and the fell of his sack against her ass. "You can't imagine how this feels." Of course he could but she was lost how he was making her feel and the tingling that raised the hairs on her body. Her hands relaxed on his back and moved up to capture his face so she could kiss him and fell the stubble of his beard hair under her hands.
Everything about Trent was masculine. From the way he held his body and walked, to the smell of him and the feel of him, every last bit of him. This was how a man should make love to a woman. "I'm lost and I never want to be found." Joss laughed against Trent's lips kissing him again sweetly. Remembering how he had wanted to get lost in her and how she felt as if she were the one lost in him.