Exhausted Lust “I want to run my thumb over your lips."  "Hmm?&

Exhausted Lust “I want to run my thumb over your lips."  "Hmm?” He was still inside her, and she was still on top of him. Neither of them had managed to control their breathing yet, and each word had burst out of his mouth as if by accident. She squirmed, trying to get in the kind of position where she could look at him, instead of just feel every word he spoke vibrating through her from his cock.  “I said I want to rub my thumb over your lips. So that I can tell if they’re as chapped as mine, or if they’re as impossibly soft as they look."  "Shut up."  "And I want to press my fingertips into your belly, to see if your ridiculously delicate skin will fade back to that perfect ivory in half a second, or take its time, slowly blush back to neutrality."  "Stop.” She collapsed on top of him again, buried her face against his shoulder. And he could feel her there, feel the heat from her cheeks, feel the way she clung to him as if proximity might be some sort of deterrent.  “I want to find out what might happen if, right now, I was to flex my cock. You know… just.. lift it, and marvel at the way your cunt reacts.” He was smiling now, although she couldn’t see it. But still, he remained still, one arm draped over her back, and the other happily lying on the bedsheets.  There was some sort of muffled noise emanating from his shoulder.  “I want to twist your nipple, first right, and then left, to see if you make a different sound depending on direction. Then I want to snap it, for no particular reason."  She wriggled, and he let her.  "I want to press my fingertips against your ribs, slowly at first, and then tickle you, relentlessly, without mercy, for as long as I think you can bear, just to find out if someone really can pee if they laugh too hard.” His voice had started to break into its own laughter at the end of that, and the way she tensed was more than enough of a warning for him to find it highly amusing.  He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her ear, and smiled, so that she could hear that soft, liquid sound of lips against teeth.  “And I want to kiss you again, now that you’re satisfied, now that you’re exhausted, just to see if you do it any differently when you don’t desperately want me inside you."  Finally, she lifted her head, looked at him. She was blushing, but she didn’t look embarrassed, not any more. Instead she just smiled down at him, and took a breath. "The only time I don’t desperately want you inside me, is when you’re already there.” Then she bit her lip and closed her eyes, and he swore, audibly, as he felt her clench down on him, made him thrust his hips upwards one last time.  Then it was her lips against his ear. “And I wanted to do that, just to see if I could make you do something you hadn’t planned on.” -- source link

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