Gang Ties

Movin' On Up (R)

Reid

The warm water cascaded down my tense back in streams.  I faced upwards, towards the showerhead, letting my thoughts consume me.

I felt a quick breeze of cool air, contrasting the underwhelming steam.  Her moist fingertips met my shoulder, turning me towards her bare body, in all of its glory.  I watched the water run down her perfectly sculpted jawline, over her hardened nipples, continuing the trail down her thighs, the thighs my cock constantly wanted to be in between.  With her hair tied into a high messy bun, and lack of makeup, my favorite state of hers, I knew exactly what she wanted.

She brought my lips down to hers, capturing me with her aura.  I lowered myself down to her, just long enough to latch onto her thighs, bringing her up with me, leaning her against the cool wall of the shower I lined myself up with her, feeling gentle and sensual.  With the help of her wet, needy pussy and the running water I easily slid into her.

Slowly stoking in and out of her to the beat of my own drum, watching her slowly unravel. Her manicured hands traveled to my hair, gently tugging on it, adding to my euphoria as I listened to her whisper my name, losing control with each time she did so.

Fucking Claire until she couldn't take anything else or bear to move has become my favorite pastime, especially slow, passionate fucks, her favorite.  Watching her lose control and feel comfortable enough to share herself with me has solidified a connection I never thought I'd have.

The way she tugs on my hair with the right amount of force and passion while screaming my name as I pound into her pussy did something to me, feeling her clutch onto me while grasping the sheets, walls, or whatever else she could bear down on always sent me over the edge. 

Among everything she does to entice me, nothing fascinates me more than her taking control.  Claiming my body as hers, rightfully so.  Riding me slowly, swallowing my loads, kissing me first. 

She's perfect, and I make sure to show her I realize this every time I'm inside of her.

Claire

I wrapped my hair for the night, in Reid's favorite scarf of mine, and made my way to bed.  He closed his book once he saw me and sat it on the nightstand.  I slid into bed, allowing him to run his hands up my clean, moisturized legs.

"You're coming tomorrow, right?  The Gucci x CVD line is really important to me." I asked, gently reminding him of one of the biggest milestones in my life, the first major fashion show I put together.

"I'm sorry, Firecracker, I have a deal tomorrow." He frowned, momentarily stopping his finger twirling with one of my loose, wet, kinky curls.  I sighed to myself, looking out of the vast window beyond him.

"I'm sorry, babygirl, I am."

"It's okay." I nodded, turning away from him, closing my eyes in an attempt to stop the tears.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and a bright ray of sunshine hitting my sullen face.  I felt the left side of the bed for Reid and groaned to myself, grasping the air.  I sat up to see Reid's spot unoccupied and neatly tucked, a tray with 4 pancakes, a bowl of assorted berries, and a smoothie in his place. 

I snatched the note and opened it:

'Good morning, beautiful

Had to take a headstart for work, you'll do great today.

~Love, Reid.'

I sighed to myself, plopping a berry in my mouth.

"My bitch is a designer, my bitch is makin' clothes." Jessie rapped as Brooks made a beat on the nearby dresser.