his and hers | 18+

25 | still in pain?

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clementine

my hips move without my permission, grinding against his hard length and i pause, waiting for him to protest. when his hand lands on my ass, squeezing, it only gives me the courage to do it again.

so i do exactly that, already feeling a wet spot coat my panties. the panties i'm wearing right now have pink bunnies on them from the mall, though i don't think he minds.

i reach the last button, and my shirt falls off of my shoulders, landing at his legs. he kicks them away, his eyes darting to my pink bra that i discard just as faster.

he grows harder and harder under me, and i revel in the affect i have on him. he looks up at me, his gaze somehow softening and heating at the same time.

i shuffle on his lap knowingly, and he gives me a pointed look. "keys in your pocket?" i tease, grinding against the bulge and his breath hitches in his throat. "want to find out?"

yes.

the wet stands of his hair drip onto his pillow, leaving small stains of water sinking into the cushion.

placing another quick kiss onto his lips, i lift myself up, and stare down at his lower region with intent.

i swallow a gasp down when my eyes land on his engorged dick. i use all the courage in me as i shuffle back, lining my crouch with his, a shiver wracking my body.

i want to please him how he does me.

"what happened to your neck?" he asks me suddenly, his thumb lifting from his side, and against my clit through the material of my panties.

my eyes shut closed for half a second, before bouncing back on his. "i fell." i lie with ease.

he shoots daggers at me. "no more lies, clem. what happened?" he repeats, rubbing a taunting circle.

"my mother." i half-whisper, half-grunt, finally giving into his question. besides, what's the worst that could happen? "she'll never touch you again." he pledges, rubbing another circle. this time softer, more teasing.  "not with me, lucas, alex and your dad right besides you."

i don't say anything to the promise, but he knows i'm thankful. the way my once rigid shoulders relax show him exactly that.

when my back arches, and my skirt rolls up mid-thigh, exposing me to whoever walks through the front door. oh god. what if someone walks it? anyone could. what if my dad comes back? panic registers in me, but pierce interrupts my thoughts.

"they'll leave us alone, clem. finish what you started." his hand settles on the back of my head, and he pulls me more towards him, horny now making itself known as i practically drool all over him. "or i'll do it for you."

my eyes widen, and i look down at him with my hands pressed against his chest. why did i like that?

what do i do? do i suck him, or use my hands? i could do it right now, but no. i need more.

i need more.

i allow my body to take control, not overthinking anything. i press myself into him. due to the way my skirt has ridden up, my bare flesh lands on him. the only thing seperating us being the cotton panties.

"fuck." he groans, looking like he's begging himself not to close his eyes due to pleasure. "mm." i hum, placing my hands on his chest and rolling my hips. "holy shit, clem." he throws his head back, but i'm not looking at him. pure bliss fills my senses, and i'm sure he feels the wet spot coating him.

i do a brave thing and reach my hand past my skirt, and to my panties. i pull them to the side, and he eyes my movements. i shift my hips up, then land back down onto him. i suck in a breath of air. we're skin to skin now, no barriers of stupid clothing.