Charlotte Stein

All that matters is the way he__ angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips. He wants to taste me there, and oh, that__ exactly what it feels like. He doesn__ press his mouth to mine, too hard and too frantic. He just dips in, getting a little of me on his lips before going back for something deeper and sweeter. It__ so much sweeter I could cry. I feel like I__e been waiting for this for a thousand years, and, if his reaction is anything to go by, so has he.

He kisses me until my mouth is sore from his stubble, and most likely cherry red. Then, when he sees its ripe colour, he kisses me more to make up for it. He kisses me between courses and in the middle of them too, licking chocolate from my lips when I accidentally make a mess _ so uncaring of whatever anyone in here might think.

Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls.

I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it__ my only thought, and it torments me night and day.

He had lovely eyes, really__ot assessing, at all, but big and dark and_waiting.

You__e being deliberately cruel, now._ __o _ I think deliberately cruel would be if I told you something rude, like: I__ love to see you stroking your stiff dick until you came all over yourself._ I pause again, but this time it__ not to eat his expression. This time I__ employing a bit of dramatic license, I think. __r until you came all over me _ because you know, you could do that if you wanted to. I could undo my nightie, and then you could just _ spurt all over my tits._ He makes the following sound: __oh.

Did you just have an orgasm, after hearing me talk about giving you an orgasm?__ll I can do is sob helplessly in answer. __ think you did. I think you just came __ause I__ fingering your sweet pussy and talking dirty to you _ you know why?__ don__, I don__. __ecause you__e so nuts for this. Aren__ you, huh? You__e so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word _ ohhhh, yeah. Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers. Yeah. Yeah. You gonna do that around my cock?

Ohhhh are you coming?_ he asks me. __h God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel you _ that__ it, baby. Fuck yourself on me.

When she finally pulled away from him__uch to Aley__ stuttering forward reluctance__e wanted only to echo Aley__ words: __h! Do it again.

I know,_ he says, and it__ the strangest thing. I can tell he__ smiling, slow and syrupy, when he says it.

You know it feels good. I can hardly geta_I don__ even__here was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence. Amusing, but arousing at the sametime.

I would never forbid you. I can__ forbid you. It__ not in my power to, and it never should be.

You don__ really have idea about any of that olden-days stuff, do you?_ He__ sure he can feel her smiling against his shoulder. __usted,_ she says. __h, it__ some nice talk, though, Sol. You make it all sound real nice._ __hat__ the beauty of it. Just dreaming thoughts on once-was things. Animals and helping people and one place you could always call hom

And there was something both frustrating and maddeningly arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in her belly, and then his mouth, oh God his mouth. He tasted like cinnamon, again, and every now and then he__ pull away, just a little _ just enough to make her want to drag him back. Before giving her a teasing lick with that perfect, curling tongue of his. It set all the nerve endings in her upper lip on fire.

His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.

He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was_heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.

Just that one word__ound__ent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren__ there, like a promise. This is what you__l get, if you just let me hear.