Blair Erotica - Skinny Girl

She moved to his movements, dancing not resisting. She didn’t encourage him either, although when he lifted his head she tilted hers down; he kissed her deeply, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it, yet when he broke the kiss all he saw in her eyes was a faint glow. Amusement? Surprise? It unnerved him slightly that he couldn't be sure.

Without letting go of her he turned her back to the bed and started moving her, dancing her slowly backward, toward it. When she reached the bed, when it pressed against the backs of her legs, he stopped. “Let go of the blouse,” he said, wanting to see the soft white skin underneath.

She hesitated only a moment then dropped her hand to her side. He put one hand behind her, to hold her close and slid the other inside the blouse, enjoying the sexy feeling of the silk against the back of his hand as he began to caress her warm and soft breasts. He pinched one nipple gently, and felt it rise to his attentions. He slid the fingers across to toy with the other and she trembled slightly, so slightly that he would have missed it if he hadn't been holding her against him.

He released her and reached up to take the blouse by the shoulders and slide it down and off her, dropping it on the bed. He bent down to lick one nipple and then the other. She tilted her head back and he kissed her throat. Even in the dim light, light from a street lamp that came in through the window, he could see her pale skin grow flush.

He kissed her mouth again, this time more forcefully, and felt her tongue meet his. He grasped her arms and eased her down, to sit on the bed and leaned her back, resting on her elbows. Then he leaned forward to place his hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs and watching tight curls of blonde pubic hair emerge through the open zipper. Unable to resist, he stroked her crotch and worked his fingers inside her tight pants. His fingertips were pressed inside her. She was wet. He felt her shudder and she arched back slightly at his touch.

He paused to savor her there, exposed to him, still mostly dressed, her nipples erect, head back, eyes now closed. He put a knee beside her on the bed and leaned over to taste her nipples again, then pushed a finger deeper in through the open zipper, enjoying the hot soft flesh inside the denim. He played this way for a time, enjoying the way she began to move in response to the touch of his finger inside her. He thought of making her cum that way. But he wanted more tonight.

After a time he pulled back his hand. Her eyes opened in two pale blue question marks. Her pale red tongue ran across the purple lips. He put his hands under her and pulled the jeans down to her bent knees, then kneeled and blew his hot breath between her legs, past the yellow curls. Her eyes were closed, her jaw moved forward.

He slid the jeans down to her ankles and he pulled them impatiently off her feet and kicked them across the floor. Once again she opened her eyes, curious. He took off his shirt and tossed it after her jeans. She watched as he kicked off his boats, and took down his jeans, his erect penis emerging to view.

He licked his fingers before moving forward and pressing his face between her legs, his fingers first opening her to his tongue and then exploring her on their own as he searched out her clitoris. A low guttural sound, a moan of deep-running passion, escaped her. Her breath began to come in gasps. She pulled her knees together to press against his ears, to pull him into her even tighter as he used his tongue and fingers to take her further away from that room along a path that seemed to explode.

When her spasms had stopped, subsided into dull tremors, he sat back on his heels and looked at her. Tracing a line along the curve of her pelvic bone with his finger, he stood slowly, letting his eyes roam freely over her naked body. She smiled and opened her legs further, making sure that he missed nothing.

The he stood and moved onto the bed. She reached out, taking his penis in her hand, caressing it. Then she kissed its tip. He pushed her back on the bed and pushed her knees apart, moving between her legs and into the warmth of her receptive body. Her legs gripped him tightly as he began to move. Tendrils of pleasure spread rushed through him like a brush fire as he took her hard. He felt her vagina trapping his swollen cock, and he exploded in a dreamlike rush.

Much later he lay next to her in the dark, wondering. He had gotten this far on the sheer madness of the energy that had possessed him that evening. But what came next? He wanted her again but she seemed to be resting. He began to say some mindless nothing, but she wisely stopped him, the most effective way, by kissing him, long and deep. “Don't talk,”was all she said.

He lay in the darkness wondering. Should he get up and leave? Say: “Thanks for the lay, but I've gotta go?” That might make her more talkative. Finally, unable to contain himself, he began: “What do you…”

“Shhh. Don't talk,” she said. She took his swollen penis in her hand and kissed it, and stroked it, watching it twitch. Then she shook her head. “I didn't think that's what you came here for anyway.” She rolled on top of him and rubbed her breasts across his lips. “Just shut up and fuck me again.”

But it was her fucking him this time, staying on top where she could straddle his cock and lower herself down, impaling heself on it as slowly as if she were doing some yoga exercise. “Hold very still,” she hissed at him. The moist heat of her cunt slowly, so slowly, enveloped his cock. He fought back the desire to thrust himself up into her. This was agony but it was best kind of agony he could imagine.

When her body finally rested on his pelvis, his cock throbbing inside her, she leaned forward and kissed him. Holding the kiss she began to move, working her hips, rubbing him around inside. It was almost a dance. A dance of sensuousness. When he thought he could stand no more, she tightened her muscles around him and the tempo picked up. “Tell when you are going to cum,” she said.

He wanted to cum right then, but it wasn’t happening yet. She sat upright and reached behind her to put her fingers between his legs. “Now,” he said as she touched his balls.

He watched her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth open as she gasped. “Yes.”

She rocked back, holding herself up with her arms, her hands on the bed. As his cock drained and began to soften, his cum ran out of her. Then she sagged onto the bed and he curled up beside her and they slept.

It was nearly light when he said: “You aren't much for conversation, are you?”

She shrugged as if that were enough said on the matter right there.

He sat up on her bed, leaning against pillows. She held her face in his lap; the early light began turning the room a soft pearl gray. The combination of her attentions and the gentle morning made him feel like some sultan.

Then, feeling his cock growing hard again in her hand, asked: “How about we talk about our favorite breakfasts while I screw you again, this time from behind?”

She shook her head. “I don't think so.” She let go of his penis and rolled away from him facing the wall.

“Oh.” He stared out the window where a garbage truck was making its early rounds and thought: So she is upset after all. Too bad. He looked over at her and ran his hand along the curve of her ass. “You should be careful of those sexy poses if you want me to leave. That skinny ass of yours, glowing in the light, is a tempting morsel.”

“Stop talking,” she said. Then, more softly: “I didn't say I wanted you to leave. I just don't want you to talk.”

“Ah,” he said softly, understanding. He began to slide toward her, his aroused body beginning to map the contours of her back, and he set out to explore the many parts of her that he had not yet sampled. He nuzzled the nape of her neck and she reached back, to stroke his face, and sighed with pleasure.