just a little fantasy i have...
I’m at his apartment. Its in the early hours of the morning and I’m sitting in front of my lap top working on a college paper. I’m wearing nothing but one his button up shirts and a pair of cute, sexy panties with “all yours” written on the ass. I can’t think…I’m tired…sleep deprived…and frustrated. Finally, I get up and walk over to the kitchen. I take a peach from the fridge. Before I bite into, strong arms wrap around my shoulders. I jump a little, startled. He lightly laughs.
HIM: Sorry, baby.
I smile, leaning into him, feeling safe in his arms.
HIM: Still up I see.
ME: Yeah, I can’t concentrate.
He lightly runs a hand through my hair, kissing the back of my head. I smile.
ME: What about you?
HIM: Couldn’t sleep.
With the peach still in my hand, I take a bite.
ME: Want some?
I turn around, offering him the fruit. He takes a bite…the juice trickles down my arm. I glance up into his eyes and he has one of those looks. He traces his tongue slowly up my arm. I tilt my head as his lips travel up to my neck, where he kisses…nibbles…and gently bites. I bite my lower lip, feeling the warmth of his body. He lightly brushes his lips across mine…I slide my hand up his bare chest…
He grabs my ass, lifting me up off my feet, sitting me down on the kitchen counter.
He lifts up my shirt, kissing my stomach. His lips trace along my panty line, slowly slips them off…
Bending down, he kisses the inner side of my thighs. I let out a sigh…his hand sliding up…
I throw my head back. My breathing getting heavier…
I can feel his lips on me…I grip the edge of the kitchen counter…I can’t take it. Its all too much…a moan escapes me…more…more…I crave more…another moan…its getting hotter…I let out a sigh…
A rush comes over me…
I begin slapping my hand against the counter top…a moan…a sigh…I let out a scream, throwing my head back…heat runs down my leg…
I look down. He looks back up with an intent look. He brings his thumb up to his lips, kissing and licking it off…
He leans up with hunger in his eyes…our mouths come together…the craving, the want- its taking over us…my hands roam down his chest…
He lifts me up off the counter, roughly shoving me against the fridge…his body pressed heavily up against mine..
Our mouths intertwine…his invading mine…mine exploring his…
His hands rapidly unbutton my shirt as my mine travel south removing all barriers…He slams me against a wall…I wrap my legs around his waist, lower myself into him…we both gasp…
Our rhythm, our heavy breathing…
The gasps, the moans, the cries, the screams…the humid air…the sweat…
Originally posted by Fallen Jedi
just a little fantasy i have...I’m at his apartment. Its in the early hours of the morning and I’m sitting in front of my lap top working on a college paper. I’m wearing nothing but one his button up shirts and a pair of cute, sexy panties with “all yours” written on the ass. I can’t think…I’m tired…sleep deprived…and frustrated. Finally, I get up and walk over to the kitchen. I take a peach from the fridge. Before I bite into, strong arms wrap around my shoulders. I jump a little, startled. He lightly laughs.
HIM: Sorry, baby.
I smile, leaning into him, feeling safe in his arms.
HIM: Still up I see.
ME: Yeah, I can’t concentrate.
He lightly runs a hand through my hair, kissing the back of my head. I smile.
ME: What about you?
HIM: Couldn’t sleep.
With the peach still in my hand, I take a bite.
ME: Want some?
I turn around, offering him the fruit. He takes a bite…the juice trickles down my arm. I glance up into his eyes and he has one of those looks. He traces his tongue slowly up my arm. I tilt my head as his lips travel up to my neck, where he kisses…nibbles…and gently bites. I bite my lower lip, feeling the warmth of his body. He lightly brushes his lips across mine…I slide my hand up his bare chest…
He grabs my ass, lifting me up off my feet, sitting me down on the kitchen counter.
He lifts up my shirt, kissing my stomach. His lips trace along my panty line, slowly slips them off…Bending down, he kisses the inner side of my thighs. I let out a sigh…his hand sliding up…
I throw my head back. My breathing getting heavier…
I can feel his lips on me…I grip the edge of the kitchen counter…I can’t take it. Its all too much…a moan escapes me…more…more…I crave more…another moan…its getting hotter…I let out a sigh…
A rush comes over me…I begin slapping my hand against the counter top…a moan…a sigh…I let out a scream, throwing my head back…heat runs down my leg…
I look down. He looks back up with an intent look. He brings his thumb up to his lips, kissing and licking it off…
He leans up with hunger in his eyes…our mouths come together…the craving, the want- its taking over us…my hands roam down his chest…
He lifts me up off the counter, roughly shoving me against the fridge…his body pressed heavily up against mine..
Our mouths intertwine…his invading mine…mine exploring his…
His hands rapidly unbutton my shirt as my mine travel south removing all barriers…He slams me against a wall…I wrap my legs around his waist, lower myself into him…we both gasp…
Our rhythm, our heavy breathing…
The gasps, the moans, the cries, the screams…the humid air…the sweat…
Hey biotch that was my peace you stole. 😠