Hiding the Accused (Closed)

[barefootgirl69]

Like water tinkling over the rocks in a brook, something inside Lydia moved as she heard his words. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, it was almost impossible to believe that it had truly been said.

Their fingers still entwined, she felt the warmth of his tender kiss spread through her. There was no rush in their words or actions, just the slow all-consuming desire that continued to fill them.

"As it has always been, George." she whispered against his lips as he ended his kiss.

She let the fingers on her other hand trace over the taut muscles of his back as he leaned over her. Her eyes never left his as she waited to see what he would do next. Lydia knew what she wanted him to do. She wanted to feel his rough hands on the tender flesh of her breasts, and every where else they chose to explore.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

George’s hands slide their way up Lydia’s sides, as if her body begged him to do that. His hand found the breast that he found while the slept the night before. As it was then, it was now so perfect and so beautiful. It’s firm curve perfectly fitting his hand. His work hardened skin seemed juxtaposed to the soft bare flesh it caressed.

His lips kept on her cheek, kept on near her lips. He breathed, “say no.”

The hand left her breast almost too eagerly, wanting something more … desperately wanting something more. The place he was tasting only minutes before, now he wanted to touch it, to feel his fingers there. He pressed his hand between her legs, as if wanting encourage them to part more than they ever had before.

“Say no, tell me no, tell me you want to wait,” he breathed again. His lips finding their way to her neck, and nuzzling there.

The way he lay against her, he couldn’t hide the full erection pressing into her leg. His youthful need led him to shift his hips until it was rubbing against her. Only by near chance, it brushed against her hand, and he wanted to feel those soft fingers against it.

“Say no,” he groaned as his mouth found her breast, “and I will stop. I will wait until it is right.”

 

[barefootgirl69]

His words were warm as his breath against her skin. The desire in them equaled the desire that caused her to ache for his touch. She knew he was right. They shouldn't be touching this way. She should tell him no, get dressed, run from the temptation. But, how could she say no when she wanted him more than anything at this moment?

With his fingers touching her own private treasure, she felt her hips rise, seeking more, aching with need to feel his touch. Where only her fingers had explored, she trembled at the way his fingers grazed across the tender flesh.

Lydia sighed as his mouth enclosed around her rosy, taut nipple. "Yessss", she whispered softly as he suckled at her breast, a tingling emanating between her legs that she had never felt before.

"Yes, George" she crooned as she felt something move against her hand. Instinctively, she reached out to grasp him not realizing at first that it was his aroused manhood. Still, she did not pull away as it dawned on her. Firm and hard, yet the skin so soft, Lydia let her hand explore the length as the cream of her own desire slowly dripped from her.

There was no way she could ever say no. There was no turning back.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

There’s only so much doubt a man can carry until every part of him breaks down to find some other reason to believe. Only so much doubt.The illicet feeling of her fingers around his stiffness emboldened him. The warmth of that touch, the careful movement, so much like when he was younger and explored himself for first times, so much like his own explorations of her. Yet they no longer played childhood games. Her body responded to his touch, her mind responded to his touch.

She said yes.

He let her fingers stay on his member as he lifted himself up and maneuvered over her. He kissed his way up her cheek to her lips. George placed his hands on either side of her to keep his weight off of her. There was no denying what he planned to do at this point, there were young but they were worldly enough to know.

She said yes.

He let her hands guide him. He shifted his hips forward, and the two of their most private, most intimate places touched. All the warmth, all the softness, all the pleasure. It was as if his life led up to this moment. With this girl.