He groaned, clenching his eyes shut, frowning. She could feel his face tensing just above her, his head dropping slightly back. Letting go just the little bit that she was craving.
His hands on his side tensing, making fists which pressed into his upper tights. Hands which she really wanted to feel on her hips, moving down her thighs. His body felt rigid next to hers. She could feel it, radiating tension. And they were barely touching. One hand on his shoulder, her mouth against his neck. What would it be like to press her body into his? Actually breathe in the smell of his naked skin?
The thought made her lick a little further, greedy, just under his ear. He tasted sweet and slightly sweaty. His chest rumbled with a guttural sound. She loved knowing that it was her. Making him feel like this. Driving him to sounds like he desperately wanted to touch her, like his whole world was turning upside down. He groaned again, desperate, and she could feel his hands vibrating, ever so slightly moving up and down on his thigh. He pressed them into himself, forcing his body to accept the pressure. Holding onto himself for dear life.
Next to her nose she could feel a downy layer of hair standing up. Her hand on his right shoulder moved in slow circles, calming him or her, she didn’t know. Her own breath came in short bursts, leaving pockets of hot air on his skin and goosebumps onto the arms which were glued to his sides.
Rising up on the tips of her toes, she leaned up to swipe her tongue over his earlobe, slowly, slowly, digging her right hand into the broadness of his shoulder. Leaning forward, she gently took the piece of flesh between her teeth, drawing it into her mouth, sucking with a gentle swipe of her tongue.
His right hand shot up, catching her by the hip, drawing her near in one fluent motion, spreading his fingers over her T-Shirt. He said her name then, breathed it into the cold air of the corridor. The sounds stretched out in front of them, like a prayer. His eyes still shut tight, he leaned his head against the wall behind them, giving in to the pleasure. His fingers felt strong through the material, desperate and forceful, like he was pleading and holding on at the same time. As if she was his one despair and redemption.
Her breath hitched as soon as she felt his hand, griping her hip like a wice. Her lips closed even tighter around his earlobe, drawing it into her mouth. Sucking on it as if it was a little cock. She wanted to worship him, make him feel so good that he would forget all about himself and his hesitation and only concentrate on the feeling of her mouth on his skin. Wishing that it was his actual cock she was swirling her tongue around, bathing in the wetness of her mouth.
She raised her left hand up to her mouth, touching her lip, teasing herself with her middle finger, before inserting it into her mouth together with his earlobe. Knowing that he could feel the motion of her hand, she slowly slid it in and out, touching his flesh as she did.
He had to look then. Open his eyes and look down on her through half closed eyelids and eyelashes which were impossibly long. His breathing was ragged and his cheeks flushed. She almost did not dare to look back, her own face heated with the lewdness of the situation, sucking her own fingers, getting them wet. She wanted to leave trails on his body, marking the territory that she had claimed. Every centimeter which she would explore would have to be fought for, she knew that.
And that was why she made herself look into his eyes. Lick around her finger and raise her head, straining to come as close to his face as possible. Staring right into his heated gaze.
When she took her fingers out of her mouth, moving towards where his hand was holding her hip, his eyes were following them. Staring, as if he was terrified of what they would do next. What they would make him do next.
Letting go of his earlobe, she leaded back slightly to find her balance. Her hand traveled between them, past his stomach and to the lower part of his jumper, lifting it up and trailing her wet fingers over his abdomen, hooking her fingers under the rim of his jeans.
‘Christ’ he choked. ‘Sarah.’ His head fell back against the wall and he flexed the hand on her hip. Kneading it as if he did not know whether to draw her closer or shove her away. With force.
She shivered slightly at that thought, wondering how far she could push him until he gave in fully. Took her the way that she wanted, ramming into her with his hands on her shoulder, finding abandonment in the pleasure.
Moving her hand upwards under his shirt, she leaned in and lightly bit into his shoulder. She barely scraped his skin through the material and yet he shuddered, pushing into her hands as she went along over the smooth muscles on his chest. Finding his right nipple and tweaking it with her slippery fingers. His moan made his chest vibrate, especially when she moved her mouth from his shoulder next to her hand, teasing his other nipple with his teeth as she went along. He was panting, making little desperate sounds which got stuck in his throat and traveled past his lips into her hair.
The combination of scraping her teeth over his skin through his shirt and pinching his other bud between her fingers aroused her beyond anything she had experienced before. The power was almost heady, she had never even known that man would enjoy being touched this way. That they could grip your hips with big hands, repeating swear words under their breath- from touching their nipples!
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