Right before they catch us...

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Posted by TheUnwrittenChapter in Short Stories on November 20, 2009  |  0 Comments More from this author  |

“They’ll catch us,” you whisper short of breath. There we are, hiding against the wall with your back pressed against my chest; me pulling you close to me, holding you tightly against my body. My left arm wrapped around your chest, squeezing you tightly, my face nuzzled in your back, my right hand caressing your arm. “Shhh,” they’ll hear us.

My hand eased down the front of your pants, you try to stop me but I bit you lightly on your neck. You loosen your grip on my hand and let me proceed. Your breast heave up as you take a deep breath, in response to the cold of my hand against your pussy.

“I’m sorry baby, it’s so damn cold in here, it’ll warm up in a minute,” and I gently suck on your neck. I feel your hand reaching back towards my leg, sliding up the inside of my thigh, as if you were searching for something you wanted real badly.

“No, not right now,” I whisper to you. You give a short huff of breath and pull my hand yank my hand from the warm cavern of satin panties and bare skin. You turn around to look at me.

“We can’t do this, not here,” your words leave a sweet smelling aroma on my face. I grab a hold of your jeans and pull you close to me again, your face so close your cheek lightly grazes against mine. “I just want to leave you with something to think about for the rest of day,” I whisper into your ear.

I start off slow, a kiss on the check, on the lips, on the neck, your hands placed on the sides of my arms gliding up and down as smooth as silk should feel. I kiss and nibble at your breast through your shirt; I feel your hands run up my back to the back of my head as I kiss my way down to the opening I created earlier from your jeans. With your hands still in my hair, I tease you, kissing and licking at your through your panties, enjoying your sighs, moans, and the scent of bitter-sweet maple soaking into the satin I had refused to move. I press my tongue flat against your lips, to savor the taste. You exhale a soft approval as I pull you closer to my face, grasping your ass into my hands, holding you firmly as to give you the mental illusion of a blowjob. Your body leans in to meet my lips as I slide my fingers into you. Your whole body arches backwards as you suck in a gulp of air. I slide my other hand up into your shirt, kissing your stomach, your breast, your neck…

All the mean while I slide alternate sliding my fingers inside you, starting with two, moving to three, back to two, as you push against the wall to hold you steady, “Fuck,” you say softly as I push my fingers into you, wrapping my arm around you to keep you pulled close to me.