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This story only available on Lush Stories, and if you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen, and the thief’s Happy Bits will no longer make them feel Happy. So there.I peek around the door jamb at you.There you are, tapping away at your keyboard, writing, writing, writing. I hate to disturb you, because I know how important your work is, but… I can’t help myself. A mouth-pursing smile creases my eyes, and I feel the twinkle in them that you’ve created so many times burst to life in my view.I’m feeling naughty, lad. And very, very wiggly. And you have no idea what’s going to happen. But I do…I silently creep up, stooping low, behind you, avoiding the one creaking panel in the laminated floor. You haven’t heard me yet, and I know you can’t see me in the reflection on the screen.I am inches way from you, and should I stop holding my breath, you would feel my hot need for you sliding down your neck.Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tapping…I can’t hold my breath any more, and I can’t hold my passion for you either. I hold my face just behind yours, and using the best sultry voice I can, I speak softly.”You make me so hot.”You jump, hands flying off the keyboard, shoulders pushing backwards.”Holy shit!” you breathily laugh.”Shut up,” I tell you, my mouth almost touching your wonderful left ear. “Don’t speak, don’t say anything. You’re mine, and I want to play.”Slowly, I breathe out moist tendrils of my breath into the centre of your beloved ear. People often don’t think of ears as being sexy, but yours are. I love the soft, smooth lines and folds, a weathered seashell of your skin, that listens for my step down the hall, or delights in the vibrations of the moans you call forth Anadolu Yakası Escort from me. I love the few little hairs that peek out, because they are yours. Some people trim them, but I’ve never been conventional. They make me think of the whispered forest my desires must traverse to find your heart, and I love them for the joy they bring me on the other side. When I hold my ear to yours, I can feel the rhythm of your blood pounding through my own ear.You can feel my scalding heat upon your skin, and gently, delicately, I trace the outside edge of your ear from where it meets your head, up and over, and down until I reach your lobe. Softly, I nibble the innocent piece of flesh between my teeth, pursing my lips over sometimes to suckingly pull it gently. And in between, I speak to you.”I want you so much. I’ve been waiting and all you can do is tap…”Nibble…”Tap…”Suck…”Tap…”I bite a little harder, making you gasp with fear that somehow I might be more ferocious. You know better, of course.”I want to play with you, lad, and I’m going to. Sexy stories be damned, I’m writing my own with your body.”I move my head down, still not touching you with my hands, even though I ache to do so. I blow cold down the side of your neck, and steam-breathe back up. As I lower again, I kiss in little flutters, little licks here and there in a trailing path until I reach where your neck and wonderful shoulders meet.I place my mouth full on, kissing with my lips, pushing with my tongue, as if it’s your mouth I’m in. And I suck your flesh until the blood begins to rush towards my teeth, wanting to be devoured through the shell of your being.I slide my right Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan hand across you, from the top of your left shoulder, to your right, sliding it down until my little arm can reach no further, and then slipping it underneath yours to place my palm on your ribs. I bring my left arm under the other side, so that all you can feel is your chest tightly encased in my little arms, and my mouth and breath on your skin.I turn my face sideways so I speak across your throat.”Do you want me? Do you want to feel my hands all over you? If I lay myself down on this desk with my legs open wide, would you fuck me hard and deep? Would you slide your throbbing cock into my aching, slippery pussy and make me come in fountains of starbursts?”You groan, and I love you for it.I bite softly into your neck, the blood beginning to simmer. I can taste your heat, and your temperature is rising by fast degrees. I slide my hands over your torso as well as I can manage, blowing cold and breathing hot just below your jaw.I love that place where your jaw meets your neck, the lines where toughened skin begins to sag just a tiny bit, but where the corners of your jaw still stand proud and firm. I love the vulnerability of your skin below the arrogance of bone, trying hard to cover the softness with ever-growing bristles. But you don’t fool me. I know your secrets, and I want them. I want to play with them, and treasure them, and make you mine.I know you are smiling, but I cannot see it right now. My hands are sliding over you, wending their way up the inside of your t-shirt onto your bare flesh. You can feel my hot breath on your throat still, Escort Anadolu Yakası and my fingers and palms sucking shallow hills of skin wherever they might find them. They graze over your hardening nipples, and trace round the contours of your ribs, squeezing you from under your arms, down to your waist, and back again.”I know what you want,” I tell you. “I can’t see from here, but I know your cock is throbbing and hard for me, isn’t it?”You don’t speak, like I told you. I smile sleepily, but with danger in my muscles.”You wish I would scoot round you, kneel myself down and suck you, don’t you?”I hear you exhale, and you push your head back and your hips out.”Oh no, lad, no. I’m not going to suck you. I won’t suck you hard and deep with my pussy dripping and ready for you to enter me. But I know you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”I keep biting you, tiny little razors of desire prickling your neck, my breath flooding your skin with molten lust.I move my face around to your right side, my right arm reaching down to your crotch. I can feel your hardness and heat through your trousers. I don’t dare spoil the moment by giggling that my arms are too short to undo your zip without moving in front of you.”Open your zip, and get that hard cock out for me.”Your hands instantly try to, fumbling and trembling. I let you suffer the agony of how long it takes you. It’s amazing, the effect I have on you. It humbles me to the point of tears, but I cannot let you know. I’m trying to be all temptressy. I suspect you know I’m struggling, but shut up. I almost have your cock in my hands and I’m not afraid to stroke it.My hand is hovering just over you, feeling the heat from your length.”Do you know, I’m completely naked? I’m stood behind you, completely naked.”You suck in your breath.I move both my arms behind you, and stand up straight. I grab my boobs, and put them either side of your neck, squishing them against you. I keep trying not to giggle, and I know you’re trying not to as well, with two huge orbs of naked flesh massaging your neck.
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