a little collection

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Pretty sexual, skip if you want

Based off my own experiences ;)

Tyler pulls me onto his lap, his hands snaking their way under my shirt.

I take his face in my hands and kiss him, with every ounce of passion I hold in my body. He kisses me back with equal force, grabbing my ass and running his hands everywhere on my body, making my breath go faster.

"Fuck." I whisper in between kisses, and he looks up at me.

"God, you're so sexy, Rachel." Tyler says, and I'm taken aback for a second at his voice. It's breathy, lower, and sends a chill down my spine.

I reconnect our lips, and he makes his way down my neck, his hands moving underneath my shirt and massaging my breast over my bra. The feeling of his hands with his lips sucking at my neck and along my collarbones causes for a breathy moan to escape.

I suddenly push him away, onto his back. I start to make my moves on top of him, kissing him quickly before kissing along his jaw, then moving down his neck. Throughout our encounter, his shirt had flown off. I run my hands along his body, making my way down to his chest, the hollow between his collarbone and shoulder, and I say as I kiss him, "You like that?"

His breath had gotten faster, and he's running his hands all along me, on my ass, breasts, everywhere. He whispers in that amazing voice, "Fuck yes."

I stop suddenly when his hands slide underneath my shorts, grabbing my ass even more, my lips positioned over his neck.

It's not a bad feeling, but I was only surprised at such a bold move. He takes my sudden hesitation to pick me up, as I yelp and wrap myself around him, and drops me on my back so he's on top.

Tyler's lips move roughly at my neck, sucking and making love bites. I sit up only to remove my shirt, flinging it to his bedroom floor. He lays me back again, this time kneading my breasts from below the bra, roughly moving half of it aside so he can kiss along my breasts.

My breath is skyrocketing, as he starts to grind on top of me, both of our pants on. I can feel his bulge through his sweatpants, and I'm more turned on then when we started. I run my hands through his hair, my breathing turning into panty moans, as he moves his lips along my chest, my breasts, down my stomach and back up again.

However, throughout our session, I can hear his front door open from downstairs.

"Tyler." I breathe out, his lips still working me.

"You're so sexy, Rach."

"Tyler!" I say more clearly.

"What?" He lifts his head, sweat beading his forehead.

"I heard a door."

"Shit." He whispers, throwing me my shirt and hastily putting on his.

Footsteps echo up the stairs and towards Tyler's room, and he quickly turns on Netflix and puts on a random movie, and we sit on dad ends of the bed as his dad walks in.

"Hey kiddos, what are you doing?" He asks, poking his head in the doorway.

"Just watching a movie on Netflix." Tyler answers, smiling innocently.

He looks over at me and winks.

That cheeky bitch.