The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVII

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 17:

He realized what she was doing just a moment after she reached for his hands. Now, there she was kissing and caressing his wrists. As simple and unimpressive as it seemed, it was also terribly erogenous. How had she thought of that, his wrists? It was a sweet and innocent gesture and no one had ever touched him that way. The curiosity he had towards her gesture abandoned him as he felt her breasts brush past his forearms. Enough of this game. It was time to make her his, completely.

As he mover over her, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and slowly caressing her reddened cheek. Her parted lips were inviting him for a kiss and he gladly accepted the invitation. His tongue met hers the exact moment he pushed himself inside her. Slowly; painfully and delightfully slowly; she received him, welcomed him, embraced him in the most intimate of ways, accommodating him fully inside her. They remained like that for a few moments, taking in the sensations of their conjoined bodies.

A perfect fit, as much of a cliché as it might have been; that’s what it was. It was like fitting a key to its designated lock. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost as if dancing, granting him easier and deeper access, as his hips slowly and steadily began rocking back and forth; grinding against her pelvis, his own pressing with every thrust on her clitoris, enhancing the sensations flooding the girl’s body and mind.

He loved the way she met his movement with her own, the way she contracted herself around his penis every time he pushed back in. She trembled at the feeling of his tip brushing ever so close to that spot, silently wishing he would not get there just yet, or she would be done for.

She dwelled on the thought of how he filled her and how she just wanted him more and more, deeper and faster. Exactly as if he had read her mind, the young man accelerated his thrusting rhythm, now both of them moving against each other freely, in between kisses, caresses and shallow breathing. Knowing it would be better, she lifted her bottom and lower back off of the bed, while he sustained her by encircling her waist with his right arm. The contact between them was now overwhelming.

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