DynamitePopcorn
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“I’ll be in the kitchen.” She says.
She’s changed into a comfortable, blue robe and let her wavy hair fall to her chest. She smiles one last time, slight but sure, as though she’s one step ahead of me.
I finish unpacking my things and walk downstairs, not knowing what to expect. I step into the kitchen and she’s sitting on the counter across the room, already looking my way.
We smile at each other, the same mischievous smile as always. I walk over to her and stand between her legs. Looking up at her slowly, I dance my fingers along her thighs and pressed up against the counter to get closer.
My hands move along her ribs to her back. Her hands wrap around my neck and she moves in slowly for a kiss. We lock—close, warm and teasing. She pulls back and looks me in the eyes knowingly for just a second.
Then, her look changes. Her eyes, lips and shoulders pout briefly, before she playfully but firmly pushes me away. I sit. And watch her busy herself in the next room.
“I was eating the most delicious cherries earlier.”
She walks back in, wearing heels, heading for the sink. She sips on a glass, puts it down, and flips her hair gracefully behind her, turning her head, neck, shoulders then waist and down.
She’s walking toward me before I even realize she’s turned. Looking at her shoulder she lets her robe sleeve fall. Then the other one. The robe, slipping to the ground, reveals her lingerie—a black bustier and very smooth legs. Her perky breasts spill out the top and I notice the cherry slipped in between. She’s in front of me now. Very close.
“Do you wanna try one?” She asks me, gesturing at the cherry with her eyes, extending her chest for me. I bite the stem and take the cherry. I hold it in my mouth as she moves close and pulls the fruit from its stem.
She bites down as we look each other in the eyes. My hands are on her hips now. I want her. She’s so close to me I can smell the cherry on her breath. I let her suck until I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and my hands move to her collarbone, then neck, as I feel hers move up the back of my shirt. I pull her in and we share a breath of climax as we kiss.
She pulls away again, pouting, looking me in the eyes. I realize her tongue is out, a small cherry seed resting on the tip. I smile slightly, as she watches me place the seed on the table. She looks back at me, then down, and gently bites her lip. She takes me by the hand and leads me to the dark laundry room. Blankets cover the floor and the washer and dryer create a warm atmosphere with a gently rhythmic white noise. I move her against the door and hold her hands down as I press against her and go swiftly for her lips.
She whimpers as her knees weaken and I take her kiss. She pushes back, whimpering again. I almost try to twist her hands back and keep going, but instead I let her win and she backs me into the wall. She kisses me as she unzips my pants and lets them fall. Her kisses move to my ears, my neck, my chest, my navel and finally come to rest where I’ve been wishing they would all night.
She takes me all the way in as her fingers move about, touching everywhere I wished they would. I moan, as she increases her speed and runs her tongue along the bottom of my throbbing vein. I can’t take it anymore. And neither can she. She looks up, and pulls me to the ground. I’m sitting up and she’s climbing on top of me. I’m still outside of her and she won’t let me in yet, and it’s driving me crazy. She grinds against me and scratches my chest and she’s making me want to scream. I’m as close as I can be without being inside of her.
Then she looks me in the eye and raises herself.
“I want you so bad right now,” she whispers against my mouth. I exhale heavily and my heart races. I agree without saying a word. She moves herself on top of me, slowly comes down around me and falls on hard at the end. We exhale. We’ve wanted it for so long now. She holds my face in her hands and moves in a fluid motion up and down, working her ass and thighs as I look down at her bouncing chest and lean my head on her. We’re gasping for a steady heart beat. She rides me deep and I put my arms around her, pulling her even closer as she moans my name. I want to take her again. She leans back and soon I’m on top of her, moving faster, her legs in the air. She moves her hands, manages to pull away, and raises herself against the wall as I follow her body. We stand and I turn her around. She bends over and steadies herself on the washer. I slip into her slowly, causing her to bend with ecstasy. She’s slick and wet and turns to look back at me pushing into her. I run my hands along her back and ass and go deeper as she moans with pleasure. I spank her, solid and testing.
As I push harder and harder she bites her lip, not wanting to make too much noise. She lets slip a whimper, one too loud and I cover her mouth with my hand, which only makes her breathing increase. I’m going so hard she’s biting my finger, gripping the washer for support, knees weak again. Her black bustier clings to her skin and I’m cupping her breasts as I draw near to her, thrusting in again and again. Our noises of pleasure fill the air and my fingers slacken across her mouth. As they do she tells me, as though she’s been dying to say it,
“please cum in me…”
The sounds of our pleasure blend into desperate empty-handed grasps for breath as we finish together.
---Our tempo slows, our bodies relax and she turns around to kiss me. We stand and hold each other against sweaty bodies. She slips her blue robe back on, hands me a sheet to wrap around myself, takes my hand, and leads me to the porch to share a cigarette.
She’s changed into a comfortable, blue robe and let her wavy hair fall to her chest. She smiles one last time, slight but sure, as though she’s one step ahead of me.
I finish unpacking my things and walk downstairs, not knowing what to expect. I step into the kitchen and she’s sitting on the counter across the room, already looking my way.
We smile at each other, the same mischievous smile as always. I walk over to her and stand between her legs. Looking up at her slowly, I dance my fingers along her thighs and pressed up against the counter to get closer.
My hands move along her ribs to her back. Her hands wrap around my neck and she moves in slowly for a kiss. We lock—close, warm and teasing. She pulls back and looks me in the eyes knowingly for just a second.
Then, her look changes. Her eyes, lips and shoulders pout briefly, before she playfully but firmly pushes me away. I sit. And watch her busy herself in the next room.
“I was eating the most delicious cherries earlier.”
She walks back in, wearing heels, heading for the sink. She sips on a glass, puts it down, and flips her hair gracefully behind her, turning her head, neck, shoulders then waist and down.
She’s walking toward me before I even realize she’s turned. Looking at her shoulder she lets her robe sleeve fall. Then the other one. The robe, slipping to the ground, reveals her lingerie—a black bustier and very smooth legs. Her perky breasts spill out the top and I notice the cherry slipped in between. She’s in front of me now. Very close.
“Do you wanna try one?” She asks me, gesturing at the cherry with her eyes, extending her chest for me. I bite the stem and take the cherry. I hold it in my mouth as she moves close and pulls the fruit from its stem.
She bites down as we look each other in the eyes. My hands are on her hips now. I want her. She’s so close to me I can smell the cherry on her breath. I let her suck until I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and my hands move to her collarbone, then neck, as I feel hers move up the back of my shirt. I pull her in and we share a breath of climax as we kiss.
She pulls away again, pouting, looking me in the eyes. I realize her tongue is out, a small cherry seed resting on the tip. I smile slightly, as she watches me place the seed on the table. She looks back at me, then down, and gently bites her lip. She takes me by the hand and leads me to the dark laundry room. Blankets cover the floor and the washer and dryer create a warm atmosphere with a gently rhythmic white noise. I move her against the door and hold her hands down as I press against her and go swiftly for her lips.
She whimpers as her knees weaken and I take her kiss. She pushes back, whimpering again. I almost try to twist her hands back and keep going, but instead I let her win and she backs me into the wall. She kisses me as she unzips my pants and lets them fall. Her kisses move to my ears, my neck, my chest, my navel and finally come to rest where I’ve been wishing they would all night.
She takes me all the way in as her fingers move about, touching everywhere I wished they would. I moan, as she increases her speed and runs her tongue along the bottom of my throbbing vein. I can’t take it anymore. And neither can she. She looks up, and pulls me to the ground. I’m sitting up and she’s climbing on top of me. I’m still outside of her and she won’t let me in yet, and it’s driving me crazy. She grinds against me and scratches my chest and she’s making me want to scream. I’m as close as I can be without being inside of her.
Then she looks me in the eye and raises herself.
“I want you so bad right now,” she whispers against my mouth. I exhale heavily and my heart races. I agree without saying a word. She moves herself on top of me, slowly comes down around me and falls on hard at the end. We exhale. We’ve wanted it for so long now. She holds my face in her hands and moves in a fluid motion up and down, working her ass and thighs as I look down at her bouncing chest and lean my head on her. We’re gasping for a steady heart beat. She rides me deep and I put my arms around her, pulling her even closer as she moans my name. I want to take her again. She leans back and soon I’m on top of her, moving faster, her legs in the air. She moves her hands, manages to pull away, and raises herself against the wall as I follow her body. We stand and I turn her around. She bends over and steadies herself on the washer. I slip into her slowly, causing her to bend with ecstasy. She’s slick and wet and turns to look back at me pushing into her. I run my hands along her back and ass and go deeper as she moans with pleasure. I spank her, solid and testing.
As I push harder and harder she bites her lip, not wanting to make too much noise. She lets slip a whimper, one too loud and I cover her mouth with my hand, which only makes her breathing increase. I’m going so hard she’s biting my finger, gripping the washer for support, knees weak again. Her black bustier clings to her skin and I’m cupping her breasts as I draw near to her, thrusting in again and again. Our noises of pleasure fill the air and my fingers slacken across her mouth. As they do she tells me, as though she’s been dying to say it,
“please cum in me…”
The sounds of our pleasure blend into desperate empty-handed grasps for breath as we finish together.
---Our tempo slows, our bodies relax and she turns around to kiss me. We stand and hold each other against sweaty bodies. She slips her blue robe back on, hands me a sheet to wrap around myself, takes my hand, and leads me to the porch to share a cigarette.
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