He's more than happy to be pulled down but he doesn't let himself lie, preferring to stay on his knees and brace himself just above her, kissing her all the while. His mouth is insistent and hungry, pulling at her lips and tasting her tongue while that roving hand strokes down her throat, her breasts, her belly and sides and eventually sliding to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg to drape it around his waist.
There are differences between him and the older version she's used to. She may be used to him getting into her and then working the bits he knows she likes, for maximum effect - at this age, he has no knowledge of her and prefers to just touch all over, run his hands over her taut muscles and soft skin, appreciate those fine tits and the flatness of her stomach. His kisses are not calculated just to feel good, they're more raw and needy, softer lips passing on his hunger without having to use words.
He knows he can't take her instantly, though he wants to more than anything, so he rises to kneeling between her spread legs, scraping nails down her abdomen.
'You're beautiful.'
His fingers waste no time in sliding into her again, thumb on her clit and he's still caressing a breast wih his other hand. The look on his face will tell her that the sight of her is torturing him, the moans at her wetness will give away how much he wants her. But he can't stand the idea of not making her come first, though he has no idea how he's going to wait. He's backed himself into a corner by not letting her finish that blowjob but fuck it, he can make her writhe while he figures out what to do.
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:56 pm (UTC)There are differences between him and the older version she's used to. She may be used to him getting into her and then working the bits he knows she likes, for maximum effect - at this age, he has no knowledge of her and prefers to just touch all over, run his hands over her taut muscles and soft skin, appreciate those fine tits and the flatness of her stomach. His kisses are not calculated just to feel good, they're more raw and needy, softer lips passing on his hunger without having to use words.
He knows he can't take her instantly, though he wants to more than anything, so he rises to kneeling between her spread legs, scraping nails down her abdomen.
'You're beautiful.'
His fingers waste no time in sliding into her again, thumb on her clit and he's still caressing a breast wih his other hand. The look on his face will tell her that the sight of her is torturing him, the moans at her wetness will give away how much he wants her. But he can't stand the idea of not making her come first, though he has no idea how he's going to wait. He's backed himself into a corner by not letting her finish that blowjob but fuck it, he can make her writhe while he figures out what to do.