This is meant to be the very first scene in the story.
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Criiiiik!
Skreeeek!
Skriik!
Jess's nails dug into my back, cutting through the sleep and the imprinted texture of the mattrass we'd been lying on near-comatose since about 9 yesterday evening. It was high summer and the stain-covered sheets stuck to our skin like shrink wrap, but we hadn't had a chance to fuck in four days. I just squeezed her tighter to me and felt her do the same. She buried her face in my neck.
This is a tough situation to be in when you're on a noisy motel mattrass early in the morning and trying to keep quiet.
Jess grinned at me from from the corner of her mouth. She cautiously raised her hips, and I felt the cooler air from an open window on my cock, soaked in Jessica's wetness. When the mattrass stopped creaking, we tried another burst of furtive thrusts.
Skreeek! Criik, skriiik, creeek!
"Fucking springs." she laughed under her breath, "I hate them more than any other inanimate object right now."
"Shut up." I kidded back. "Quit stopping kissing me."
I shut my eyes as she brought her face level with mine, and let her pin me to the bed with a kiss. I ran my hands over her ass and down her thighs, holding her steady while I pushed up into her. Her lips vibrated against mine as she moaned, and her toungue sped up suddenly inside my mouth. I felt her grab hold of my hair in a way that all lovers know means "please, do that again".
So I splayed her thighs wide with both hands and lifted my hips, until I thought I could feel the neck of Jess's womb. We picked up speed. Her pussy tugged at my cock gently with each outward thrust, teasing me with little waves of pleasure.
Her lips broke away from mine. I looked up into her eyes. Speckled blue, like two lapis lazuli pebbles. They looked so completely filled with love and pleasure at that moment. Bouncing up and down above me. My heart soared at the thought of how I was making her feel.
"Tristan... I love you so much."
She dropped back down to my neck and continued in between gasps, "So much, so much, so much...".
The noise didn't matter at this point. We were both too close to climax to even think about slowing down. Our hips hammered and pounded together, each thrust punctuated by a muffled cry or moan or pant or breathless gasp...
Finally, my vision blurred in pleasure and I felt five powerful jets course through me and shoot into the condom. We gradually slowed down and stopped, both out of breath but satiated.
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If I did my job right, you should now:
1. Be hard (or moist, as the case may be).
2. Have a good feeling of the fact that the characters are deeply in love.
Any feedback is welcome. I feel it's too short, and perhaps not "graphic" enough.
- - - - -
Criiiiik!
Skreeeek!
Skriik!
Jess's nails dug into my back, cutting through the sleep and the imprinted texture of the mattrass we'd been lying on near-comatose since about 9 yesterday evening. It was high summer and the stain-covered sheets stuck to our skin like shrink wrap, but we hadn't had a chance to fuck in four days. I just squeezed her tighter to me and felt her do the same. She buried her face in my neck.
This is a tough situation to be in when you're on a noisy motel mattrass early in the morning and trying to keep quiet.
Jess grinned at me from from the corner of her mouth. She cautiously raised her hips, and I felt the cooler air from an open window on my cock, soaked in Jessica's wetness. When the mattrass stopped creaking, we tried another burst of furtive thrusts.
Skreeek! Criik, skriiik, creeek!
"Fucking springs." she laughed under her breath, "I hate them more than any other inanimate object right now."
"Shut up." I kidded back. "Quit stopping kissing me."
I shut my eyes as she brought her face level with mine, and let her pin me to the bed with a kiss. I ran my hands over her ass and down her thighs, holding her steady while I pushed up into her. Her lips vibrated against mine as she moaned, and her toungue sped up suddenly inside my mouth. I felt her grab hold of my hair in a way that all lovers know means "please, do that again".
So I splayed her thighs wide with both hands and lifted my hips, until I thought I could feel the neck of Jess's womb. We picked up speed. Her pussy tugged at my cock gently with each outward thrust, teasing me with little waves of pleasure.
Her lips broke away from mine. I looked up into her eyes. Speckled blue, like two lapis lazuli pebbles. They looked so completely filled with love and pleasure at that moment. Bouncing up and down above me. My heart soared at the thought of how I was making her feel.
"Tristan... I love you so much."
She dropped back down to my neck and continued in between gasps, "So much, so much, so much...".
The noise didn't matter at this point. We were both too close to climax to even think about slowing down. Our hips hammered and pounded together, each thrust punctuated by a muffled cry or moan or pant or breathless gasp...
Finally, my vision blurred in pleasure and I felt five powerful jets course through me and shoot into the condom. We gradually slowed down and stopped, both out of breath but satiated.
- - - - -
If I did my job right, you should now:
1. Be hard (or moist, as the case may be).
2. Have a good feeling of the fact that the characters are deeply in love.
Any feedback is welcome. I feel it's too short, and perhaps not "graphic" enough.
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