[At least he seems okay with the fact she literally shoved condoms in the emergency bag. That contents her, enough so that she's not as nervous as his mouth finds its way to her nipple. The contact makes her sharply gasp, her nipple easily coaxed to a sensitive peak with hardly any attention at all. She almost winds up pulling him back in to stay focused there, but when he guides her to lie back she obliges.
Her eyes are wide and nearly unfocused with arousal as he leans over her, and her lips part as readily as her legs do to make room for him between them. He sighs into her mouth, and she echoes the sound, hand curling against the back of his neck while she enjoys the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth.
But nothing prepares her for the way he looks when he asks her if it's okay to keep going. She swears she can hear his heart pounding just as loud as her is in her own ears. Almost dumbstruck by how needy for him she is, all she can do at first is slowly nod in response.]
I want you to.
[She wants the boxers off, wants to be completely naked beneath him. His fingers curl in the waistband and he starts to work them off of her, and her breath hitches momentarily as her body is slowly revealed to him completely. Her legs shift and move, hips rising so he can get them off of her. And when they're discarded and she's left naked, there's a moment where she almost worries that maybe he won't like what he sees. Maybe she's too bony and thin, not curvy enough like the girls on the cover of his magazines.
She's stuck in the body she's starved herself in order to be small enough for her mother's love, and she gets that maybe he won't be into that. But she doesn't see disgust or concern when he looks at her. She just sees want that echoes her own. Chrissy leans up enough to steal a tender kiss, hands on his shoulders pulling him back down with her so they can take the time to enjoy it.
This way, she can feel his warm skin against hers, her small breasts pressing against his chest. The contact is enough to make her shiver, goosebumps rising up over her skin as her nipples harden to the point of acute sensitivity. It would be embarrassing how attuned her body is to him, except she's never experienced anything like this before and it's absolutely mesmerizing.
One of her hands slides down between them as they kiss again and again, her fingers gently curling around his cock. There's a soft murmur as she feels how hard he is already, and as her palm encircles him, she starts to slowly stroke. ]
Tell me what you want, Eddie. I want to take care of you.
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Her eyes are wide and nearly unfocused with arousal as he leans over her, and her lips part as readily as her legs do to make room for him between them. He sighs into her mouth, and she echoes the sound, hand curling against the back of his neck while she enjoys the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth.
But nothing prepares her for the way he looks when he asks her if it's okay to keep going. She swears she can hear his heart pounding just as loud as her is in her own ears. Almost dumbstruck by how needy for him she is, all she can do at first is slowly nod in response.]
I want you to.
[She wants the boxers off, wants to be completely naked beneath him. His fingers curl in the waistband and he starts to work them off of her, and her breath hitches momentarily as her body is slowly revealed to him completely. Her legs shift and move, hips rising so he can get them off of her. And when they're discarded and she's left naked, there's a moment where she almost worries that maybe he won't like what he sees. Maybe she's too bony and thin, not curvy enough like the girls on the cover of his magazines.
She's stuck in the body she's starved herself in order to be small enough for her mother's love, and she gets that maybe he won't be into that. But she doesn't see disgust or concern when he looks at her. She just sees want that echoes her own. Chrissy leans up enough to steal a tender kiss, hands on his shoulders pulling him back down with her so they can take the time to enjoy it.
This way, she can feel his warm skin against hers, her small breasts pressing against his chest. The contact is enough to make her shiver, goosebumps rising up over her skin as her nipples harden to the point of acute sensitivity. It would be embarrassing how attuned her body is to him, except she's never experienced anything like this before and it's absolutely mesmerizing.
One of her hands slides down between them as they kiss again and again, her fingers gently curling around his cock. There's a soft murmur as she feels how hard he is already, and as her palm encircles him, she starts to slowly stroke. ]
Tell me what you want, Eddie. I want to take care of you.