He attempts to casually adjust the throbbing boner in his shorts which turns her on even more, a signal that maybe they should move this lap dance to somewhere more private. To do so without alerting the friends who have become onlookers to this erotic display is impossible, so she doesn’t even try to hide it and dramatically reaches for his shirt collar and whisper-sings “Come here, lover boy…”
He lifts off the couch like a spirit leaving his body behind and trails her to the spare bedroom in the back of the house. His shirt still in her fist, she can feel the warmth of the bare skin on his chest, her hand electrified at the touch. Her jeans have slipped slightly down her heart shaped ass revealing the tiny strip of her thong panties. She isn’t drunk, only a little high and she feels powerful with him in her grip. The music blares as they shut the door and turn the lock.
She directs him to the side of the bed where he sits without losing her gaze, enraptured by her desire for him. The air seems to shift around them, envelops the room creating a sense that they are in another place far removed from the drunken crowd outside their door.
Slowly and delicately slipping from her jeans she reveals her whole body covered only by a satin bra and thong panties. He now no longer only has to wonder about the small patch of soft sweet-smelling fur between her legs – standing before him she is exactly as he’d imagined every time he touched himself and thrusted between his own fist while thinking of her so many times before.
The corner of her mouth creates a sly smirk when they hear that someone has turned up the volume of the music in the living room- the group — now mostly drunk, at the table playing cards or in the early stages of passing out on the couch —has forgotten about them.
“I want you,” she tells him, her voice shaky but breathy, her eyes full of intention. He can see she is of sound mind. This isn’t a party hookup. A warm revelation washes over his body and he can feel every drop of blood in his veins radiate and crackle starting from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. She has been wanting him just as much as he wants her. He blinks his eyes as he replays the evening trying to remember if he had dropped acid earlier in the night. He had not. He is not tripping. His heart pounds as thinks he might actually get to fuck her. He has never felt so high.
They remove his shirt together and soon her face is in his chest. Her perfect nose brushes above his right nipple, then over to the left. Her mouth is a feather floating down the center of his stomach. She breathes in his belly button smell. Her lips part as she sets her teeth just below; she wants to bite him just a little. She wants to devour him. Just a little nibble at the crevice near his left hip drives him wild and she removes his shorts. Her fingers are inside the band of his underwear. She can feel the warmth of his throbbing cock before it even reaches her hand.
Startled as her hand brushes against his soft, swollen tip her fingers quickly exit his underwear giving a small snap on the band. They gently roll onto the bed. She straddles him and sits back, gazing at this boy on his back appearing to be ready for anything she wants to do at this moment. It feels too good to be true.
She leans forward, foreheads almost touching. Her hair drapes over their faces like a canopy and they lock eyes and laugh at the audacity of their behavior. Their lips meet like a natural response almost if by accident. An electric current is running from her mouth to her clit as he takes a long passionate kiss, their tongues full and deep. She wants this. She wants him. She searches his eyes as her heart falls to her stomach. This could really be something. She is unable to envision spending another day without him. He wraps his arms around her chilled skin as she buries her face in his chest.
She lifts up and slips her left bra strap down her arm. A breast tumbles out revealing her first tattoo. He wants to memorize every line of it, he wants to suck it out of her and into him. She releases the hooks from the band and offers a pair of the most full and perfect breasts, snow white, lit by the glow of the moon spilling through the blinds in the window. She wants to press her nipples against his, feel the heat rising from their bodies. She drank only a small bit but has become intoxicated by desire for this precious human between her legs, beneath her body, under her spell.
The party rages outside their door but they are alone and it’s strangely quiet in this room, except for their breathing. A slight creak in the bed as she shifts her hips over his rock hard cock. Her thong slips to the side with this movement and He is electrified as her pussy wets his underwear.
Her heart is pounding in her ears. Her mind races as she realizes that this is really happening. She cups her hands around his face. She has wanted to feel him inside her since the first time he flashed his boyish smile her way, with a gleam in his eyes that begged for her to let him in, *I will show you so many good things.*
He pulls another deep kiss from her lips, tongue, the corner of her mouth, her full bottom lip. In a blur all clothing is on the floor, skin heats skin and they almost instantly melt into one. She slips her hand down the inside of her leg, wiping the sweet, fragrant juice dripping from her pussy… her palm offers it to the tip of his cock.
It’s surprisingly wide, and silky. Sugary droplets sparkle around its opening. She brings her forehead to his chest and again peeks down below at the steel rod standing at attention. As if uncontrollably she drops her pussy just to brush against his shaft, sliding across it once and back up in the air, her vagina throbbing with desire, it’s actual pain. She *needs* him.
This next time she brings her hot, velvety gap down, his tip reaches in with a pop, like a magnet drawn to the fiery core inside her. Her body shakes at his size, her round eyes widen, her insides tighten around him, she memorizes every ridge as he plunges deeper still. She’s so wet that he slides in and out with incredible sensations almost too pleasurable for him to bear. He cries out and it sends shocks through her nipples. She slams her breasts against his chest with an animal-like moan. He begins to thrust, swelling and filling every inch. He doesn’t want to ever be removed from her, but there is something else he desperately wants just as much.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kcxog3/alternate_history_part_2