If she were honest with herself, Valerie would admit that once his shirt came off her eyes devoured the scene before her. And she was, which explained why her jaw dropped as her gaze took Brian in. Skin stretched across muscles and displayed tattoo’s that she’d never tire of looking at. Whether he knew it or not she considered the sight the eighth wonder of the world. He was, and forever would be, everything that meant anything to her. Heaven help her, because she really couldn’t help herself right then. A shaky breath was exhaled as she gazed at him, and it took more strength than she would ever admit to look into his eyes.
“I know the feeling.” Mumbled the blonde, absently brushing her fingers through her hair as she resisted the urge to fan herself. God, but if he wasn’t like a Greek statue carved from marble. Hunger took over as Valerie watched avidly as his fingers worked his belt and she felt her pulse quicken when his pants dropped around his ankles. The restraint she exercised in letting him undress was almost more than she could bare but she managed none the less. Barely, really, if her clenched hands were anything to go by.
Valerie would have sworn she felt electricity pass through her body when his toes brushed against hers but her breath caught in her throat when he sank to his knees and she whimpered before she could stop herself. The soft, warm, sensation of his lips against her hip only caused them to jut forward an inch or two without her consent and she realised slowly that her mouth was hanging open. Despite her short size she felt so incredibly tall with Brian on his knees before her, and the way his hands played across her skin made her knees weak. How could he make her feel so strong and yet so boneless all at once?
The blood in her veins could have been lava and Valerie wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. Then he did something she’d fantasised about for so long that an actual, guttural moan, escaped her parted lips. Brian’s hands molded to the soft flesh of her rear and the blonde’s eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds as she basked in the feel of him. It was the kiss to her inner thigh that forced them open again and she gazed down at him longingly. The confession caught her by surprise but before she could form words she felt his nose press against her in such a way that she trembled. The breath in her lungs caught and her hands involuntarily reached out to grip his shoulders for balance. The noise she made didn’t even sound human.
“You...” She began, breathless as her fingers kneaded the flesh beneath them in a restless massage. “Have no idea what that just did to me,” Then again, maybe he did, considering his face was so close to her intimate areas. Arousal coursed through her body and seemed to settle between her legs. Wet, warm, and pulsing. Valerie clenched her teeth to keep her hips from moving. Every cell in her body screamed for her to rock against him but she managed to behave herself long enough to run her fingers through his hair. “You want to know what I think about?”
The words were whispered softly as she watched him. Half of her wanted to stay silent but the other half urged her to talk. She wanted to tantalize him as much as he did her. Okay, sure, it could be wildly embarrassing but she had to trust herself in the moment and so with a deep, slow, breath she went with it. “I think about what it’ll feel like to have you inside me. How I’ll stretch and grip you… The only man to become a part of me... Because I want to be able to feel exactly where you’ve been the next day…” And oh, how she meant every word.
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on 2014-03-22 12:18 am (UTC)“I know the feeling.” Mumbled the blonde, absently brushing her fingers through her hair as she resisted the urge to fan herself. God, but if he wasn’t like a Greek statue carved from marble. Hunger took over as Valerie watched avidly as his fingers worked his belt and she felt her pulse quicken when his pants dropped around his ankles. The restraint she exercised in letting him undress was almost more than she could bare but she managed none the less. Barely, really, if her clenched hands were anything to go by.
Valerie would have sworn she felt electricity pass through her body when his toes brushed against hers but her breath caught in her throat when he sank to his knees and she whimpered before she could stop herself. The soft, warm, sensation of his lips against her hip only caused them to jut forward an inch or two without her consent and she realised slowly that her mouth was hanging open. Despite her short size she felt so incredibly tall with Brian on his knees before her, and the way his hands played across her skin made her knees weak. How could he make her feel so strong and yet so boneless all at once?
The blood in her veins could have been lava and Valerie wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. Then he did something she’d fantasised about for so long that an actual, guttural moan, escaped her parted lips. Brian’s hands molded to the soft flesh of her rear and the blonde’s eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds as she basked in the feel of him. It was the kiss to her inner thigh that forced them open again and she gazed down at him longingly. The confession caught her by surprise but before she could form words she felt his nose press against her in such a way that she trembled. The breath in her lungs caught and her hands involuntarily reached out to grip his shoulders for balance. The noise she made didn’t even sound human.
“You...” She began, breathless as her fingers kneaded the flesh beneath them in a restless massage. “Have no idea what that just did to me,” Then again, maybe he did, considering his face was so close to her intimate areas. Arousal coursed through her body and seemed to settle between her legs. Wet, warm, and pulsing. Valerie clenched her teeth to keep her hips from moving. Every cell in her body screamed for her to rock against him but she managed to behave herself long enough to run her fingers through his hair. “You want to know what I think about?”
The words were whispered softly as she watched him. Half of her wanted to stay silent but the other half urged her to talk. She wanted to tantalize him as much as he did her. Okay, sure, it could be wildly embarrassing but she had to trust herself in the moment and so with a deep, slow, breath she went with it. “I think about what it’ll feel like to have you inside me. How I’ll stretch and grip you… The only man to become a part of me... Because I want to be able to feel exactly where you’ve been the next day…” And oh, how she meant every word.