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"Your room or mine?" I ask her, already carrying her past her door, hoping she takes the hint that I would rather defile my bed, making those memories for when her body isn't lying here next to me.
She answer, "yours is farther away. Then you don't have to try and be quiet." Well, Fuck me.
After we both get out shirts off and thrown across my room, I actually get a good look at what she is wearing. Her bra is a crisp white cotton bra, thin enough to see the outlines of her nipples, with a little pink ribbon bow in the center of it. "This is cute. Makes you look so innocent." I tell her, as I trace my fingertips along the delicate lace that decorates the top of the cups. I twist the pink bow between my thumb and forefinger before I have to attach my lips to her skin. Gentle kisses lead to more heated ones, which leads me to sucking harshly and I realize that I am probably giving her hickeys in my wake."Can I leave marks on you?"
"Yes, but not too many." I am guessing she also means not too visible, either. I focus my lips on the spot just behind her ear, at the top of her neck. The spot that makes her back arch when I touch it while she is underneath me in bed.
"I want to mark you because you are finally mine. All fucking mine." I whisper into her delicious lavender scented hair. My words earn a sweet little moan. "Your skin tastes so good, love. So sweet for me." Once again, she moans into the air while her fingers dance on my bare back. I suck a little more harshly until I feel the need to pull away or the girls will be worried that she is hurt. "Can't wait until I can taste you again. Use my mouth on your sweet little pussy." At those words, I see goosebumps crawl up her chest and her neck. "So, you would like that, huh, my love?"
"I would, but right now, I'd like to switch spots with you." She says, giving me wide doe eyes that match her innocent undergarment choice so perfectly and make my cock dance in excitement. She stands at the end of the bed. "Scoot down, baby," she coos. I do as she says, propping myself up on my elbows to watch once I reach the end of the bed.
She goes to kneel on the floor in front of me. I shift to reach my hands above my head to grab a pillow from the top of the bed and hand it to her. I want her to be comfortable, even though I don't plan to hold back and this little snack of hers wont take very long to finish. "For your knees," I say as I hand it to her and prop myself back up on my elbows.
She kneels in front of me, her tiny hands gripping the waistband of my loose-fitting linen pants and pulling them down with my briefs without even unbuttoning them. I lift my hips off the bed to help her get them the rest of the way down, which also causes my cock to stand up at full attention. She no longer looks at it like it's part of a circus freak show, but more like it is one of her favorite parts of my body. "Lay back, baby. Let me make you feel good."
Once again, I do as she says, knowing that once she gets into it, I am going to prop back up and watch. Until then, not being able to see what she is going to do makes her first timid touches that much more incredible. Her fingertips start at the tip of my ferns, tracing down the diagonal stem lines in the direction of where I want her to touch me most.
Her hands find me first, gently pumping me to relieve the pent up tension and spreading the precum down my shaft. She keeps my foreskin pulled back with one hand and brings her fingertips of the other back up to circle the base of my head. Then, her tongue replaces her fingers and I squeeze my eyes shut and let out one of those ugly moans. I want to watch, but this not knowing where she is going next has been pretty fucking amazing, too. "Yes, Nola."
Her tongue gives way to her entire mouth taking in my tip, which gives way to her entire warm mouth encasing the top half of my cock while her hand works the bottom half. It is at this point that I prop myself back up on my elbows to watch her and those innocent eyes meet mine with my cock down her throat. Yup. This is an image that is now forever burned into my memory.

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The Weeks Between • HS
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