Dirty Little Cherries-Garrett & Amanda

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Garrett held onto Amanda’s hips as she nibbled his earlobe, pulling her more firmly across his lap.  She rewarded him with such a small, needy moan that his lips lifted on their own accord to push against her cotton-covered sex.  They’d been like this for what seemed like hours.  If only she understood the painful yearning he had to be inside of her.

Supple white skin shook beneath his hands as they slipped beneath her sundress. Fingers sunk into the very last inch of flesh on her thigh as her warm, wide mouth left hot imprints on his throat; teeth nipped at his adam’s apple; he spread her wider.

Amanda pulled back as his hands gripped her half-bare cheeks.  He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. His cock had ached for her for months.

“Gar…” Hesitance, a small undertone of fear in her voice.

Shushing her, his hands smoothed up her back, and his mouth played along her collarbones, up the side of her neck.  Pressing his teeth at the tender spot under jaw made her convulse over him—gyrating them together in unison.

“I’ll be gentle.”  He made his voice low and grumbling, and he could smell her desire now.  Garrett needed only to push her over that edge of wanting.

She hesitated again, and he took his chance to give her that push.  Circling his thumb between her lips, around her clit over her panties.  Her hands sank into the couch behind him as she whimpered. Amanda loved to come, more so than any other girl he’d been with; if he could just take her pesky virginity, neither of them would be left wanting.

Garrett pulled her mouth down to his, plunging his tongue inside of her and twisting her loose black hair in his hand, and she rewarded him with another shaking convulsion.

Winding her up didn’t take him long.

His fingers found the edges of her panties, snaking them down her hips as he struggled to keep her mouth over his.  But as soon as he had them half way down her thighs, she stood and pulled away from him.

Earnest need radiated between them both, and his cock jerked as she let the panties fall to her ankles instead of pulling them back into place.  Amanda didn’t move. She peered at him like an innocent deity—his very own Persephone.

“Come here. I won’t hurt you.  We’ll go slow.”

Garrett reached out to her, and she took his hand, slowly crawling back onto his lap.  She trembled—fear, anticipation, wanting. He didn’t know, but he felt it all.  All he could think of was that she would finally be entirely his.

Reaching between them, he popped open his jeans, slid them down his hips to gather at his knees before he led her forward.  Starless midnight eyes searched his as her wet flesh cupped him, sliding along his thickness, the head of his cock catching at the apex of her lips.

He wanted to watch her move over him, but he wouldn’t look away until she did. Deeper and deeper, he fell into her soulful gaze. Claim of her—he wanted complete claim over her, and he allowed her to see that inside of him.

Amanda broke their gaze first, her hands hastily pulling at his shirt, fighting with it until she tore it over his head.  Warmth danced along his chest as her hands explored him—scraping at his chest hair, pulling at his nipples, nails and fingertips finding every line of his torso.

Garrett’s cock caught at her entrance, making Amanda freeze.  Holding her body still with his wide hands, he rubbed himself there, putting pressure on her inner lips without entering her.  Spreading her thighs, he pushed his head inside of her, still careful of her hymen.  Her muscles clamped down briefly before she relaxed.

She whispered his name, unable to move even as her arousal seeped from her and down his cock, trailing a line all the way to his base and over his sac.

Sanity slipped from him, and he pushed himself up into her in one smooth thrust. Her entire body clamped down on him, nearly tearing all of his pleasure from him right then.

Shushing her, he coaxed her to relax, his thumb back at her clit to override her pain with the pleasure he knew he could give her.  As her body opened to him, he began a rocking thrust and kissed the tears around her eyes away.

The pain in her eyes tore at him, and he resolved to be sure she didn’t remember it by the end of this.

His thrusts gained speed and elongation until his hips rolled off the couch and against her.  Whimpers of pleasure fell from her mouth again as she leaned into him, resuming her earlier exploration, and her hips tipped to sharper his entrance into her. God, how she tightened around him, gripped him as her pleasure grew.

He felt the change in her, and her hips moved in search of her orgasm—exactly what he needed to find his own.  Garrett found her mouth and kissed her like he had the first time.

Cock curving harder, he slammed himself against the very depths of her until she imploded, sucking him into her, and yanking the twisting pleasure from his body.  A sheet of chills fell over him as they rocked and spasmed together.  Her nails sunk into his shoulders, latched onto him.

And he finally had the courage to call her his.

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