Ariel
08-03-2009, 07:36 PM
Jem's sultry brown eyes sought her soft, heart-shaped face in the quiet darkness. He feared what he might see. But, instead of hostility, she met his hard gaze with soft, blue-green eyes. She took his hard-working hand and led him into her tiny apartment's living room. It was small and sparsely furnished. However, it was larger than the miniscule foyer he had just entered. The futon was a black suede and the carpet a dingy mauve. It was a cheap apartment she rented while attending college, and she couldn't afford furnishings. The carpet was hidden in the center by a plush hunter green rug, with two inch thick pile, the one lush thing she owned. On summer nights, she slept here with the windows open instead of in her tiny, stuffy bedroom. She gracefully folded herself into a seat on the rug and pulled him down to her level. His curly auburn hair fell in his face and he shook it away, seeking her intoxicating eyes again. The glow from the corner lamp illuminated her hair, making the long golden locks shine with a heavenly shimmer. He raised a hand to brush the hair from her cheek and curled it around to rest possessively on her neck. Using this hold, he drew her closer to his face, until they were inches away. Her sharp intake of breath darkened his eyes as he pressed his lips to her jawline. She closed her eyes as he worked magic on her face. Keeping his mouth on her skin, he traced her face with his tongue until he reached her lips. They were swollen and anxious for his attention as he caressed them with featherlight kisses before moving to stronger, more demanding kisses. He covered her mouth with his and felt her lips part. His tongue reached into her mouth, tasting the forbidden territory of Kaylee. She tasted like old fashioned lemon drops and licorice. He indulged his senses in the moments he spent mouth on hers. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he used his tongue expertly inside her mouth. His hands, however, wandered off her neck and down her back. Before he went lower, he pulled free of their kiss to look at her radiant face. Without even asking the question, he knew the answer was yes. He could read her need in her deep cobalt eyes. She reached upward with her mouth, pulling his face closer with her hands tangled in his hair. This time, she led the kissing, nearly causing him to forget his earlier aims. Her style was slower, but deeper. She let her tongue drizzle kisses down his neck as he closed his eyes in pleasure. Slowly, he remembered what he had been planning on doing and he cupped her rounded buttocks in his huge palms. Carefully, he lifted her body and lay her down in the deep green rug. He nuzzled her chin from above, his hands on either side of her head and his knees straddling her hips. From this position, he kissed her deeply as she began to unbutton his cottony blue shirt. He, however, was not as patient and ripped the buttons from her orange plaid blouse. The cami she had on underneath, he pulled up over her head, only parting their lips as long as it took to lift the shirt over her head. He groaned with pleasure when she reached for his belt, grazing the pulsing, hungry beast bulging within. He released her lips to help with the belt, then let her unbutton and slide his pants down. He shook them off as he lifted her short denim skirt. Purring with delight when he glimpsed her naked, throbbing flesh beneath, he chuckled, "Naughty." He slid his calloused hand between her soft folds of flesh, making her gasp and arch her back with delight. She reached around and grasped one of his toned, firm buttocks in each hand as she rode the roller coaster ride he was giving her. His hand worked slowly at first, gradually increasing speed until she begged, "Jem, please." He drew back his hand and she opened her eyes. The depths of blue in her eyes were nearly black as he prepared for another move. She could hardly wait as he stood on his knees, all his manly glory so close to her. She reached for him with gentle, slender hands and slid a hand down the length of his shaft. His eyes closed then, as she began to slowly move back upward with her thumb and finger looped around him. He moaned as she neared the top and then again began descending without touching his throbbing flesh at the tip. Her left hand reached for his butt and pulled him closer so she could better pleasure him. She placed his slick beast in between her breasts and cupped them around him as he slid his body up and down. When he pushed forward, the tip of his cock was near her face, and she gently grasped it in her mouth. He cried out once in shock at the jolt it gave him deep in his stomach and opened his eyes. They slid closed once more as she began to swirl her tongue around the aroused flap on the end of his penis. "Ahh." he cried, knowing he was near the breaking point; she, too, realized how close they both were. His eyes flashed open, unknowingly deepest black. He pulled back and she released her hold on his penis as he readied himself again. Then he entered her, fiercely driving home, the purpose he knew. Her back rose from the ground once more as she cried out in pain, then pleasure. He began a rocking rhythm, slowly increasing speed just like before, only this time, he, too, enjoyed the ride. She clung to his ass, leaving long, red fingernail scratches across each buttock, but neither noticed, too heady was the mood. She felt the beginnings of fireworks in her stomach as he arched his back, too. This time, he gasped and gripped her tiny butt, rocking and swaying in the increasing rhythm. Then she felt it, the torch in her gut, the heights of pleasure, she gasped and called out, unable to remain silent, "Jem, oh, Jem. Oh, oh, ohhhh." He, too took the downhill ride, releasing his burden into her throbbing body. When the ride slowed, they quit rocking, he removed his hands from her buttocks. Jeremy fell to the rug beside her, exhausted and grinning. She, too, wore a smile and reached for his hand as the darkness fell and they both drifted off.